#for them to turn around and bully someone else is horrific

[kingofangst]

A Senpai's Sacrifice

OKAY RIGHT NOW I AM IN MY FEELS OF ANGST AND SADNES. I AM COPING RIGHT NOW.

So here is a bittersweet one-shot I created, where surname-san makes a tough decision and sacrifice! While I incorporated some of the lyrics of Unravel by TK Ling (DIsclaimer: I do not own the rights to this song) to darken the mood. This has nothing to do with my Jujutsu Kaisen fanfic au: A Nexis's Peril, this is a totally different oneshot I wrote myself. Enjoy the derpession!

Characters: Itadori Yuji, Kugisaku Nobara, Mahito, past reader, past Satoru Gojo, reader-senpai, reader is gender-neutral

Warnings: Graphic violence, past bullying, that's about it

P.S: Made some edits when I noticed I saw some typos and I had to change it from "he" to "they" to make it gender-neutral. Sorry about that!

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There were...there are two Mahitos. That explains why Nobara damaged Mahito's soul, she fought a clone and used her resonance to Mahito's clone as an effigy to damage Mahito's soul-

Their blood freezes when the real Mahito switches places with his clone

"RUUUNNN!!! KUGISAKI!!!"

The pain in Itadori's voice made Surname-san recoil, but pales in comparison as they watch the real Mahito charge at Kugisaki who is in shock at the scene before her. Then everything went in slow-motion…

No...no no no no no no no no NO!

5

This wasn't how things were supposed to end...they didn't expect things to turn out this bad without Gojo-sensei…

Kugisaku...Kugisaki...Kugisaki...Kugisaki...KUGISAKI!!!

4

They can't afford to see their own kouhai, who they watched grow in the past months, this fiery and passionate girl of steel taking out two Special Grade curses with Itadori 5 weeks ago, die in front of them or Itadori who has already lost so much...from Shibuya's destruction...Nanami-sensei's death…

3

There's no place in this world that they would want more than to see their kouhais safe and happy, away from all of this...Okinawa sounds like a happier place to be in than here…

2

"Cursed Technique: Kyomu no Ten'i..." They manifest with their cursed energy, having their hands out, creating a sphere of black energy, getting lighter and lighter as they prepare themselves for their last stand…

1

"...Shin'en no Kokan!"

"You're a weird kid, you know that?"

"Huh?" They question, looking up at a classmate in their 4th grade science classroom, eyeing the other kid.

"I said you're weird...how are you even good at making things explode when you can't even make friends?"

Those were the words that stuck inside of 10 year-old Surname-san's head since the 4th grade. They weren't the most sociable kid, nor the funniest, nor the most popular. But they knew they were different from anyone else in that classroom and in the school. How does one explain to someone who is purely human that they can see curses at a young age?

Oshiete oshiete yo sono shikumi wo

Surname-san saw the green and purple curse swarming around the antagonistic kid's shoulders like a cobra, it's weird seven eyes staring back at their eyes. Of course, Surname-san didn't do much except leave, as the kid continued to shout and bully them as they walked away. School was horrible, life was horrible as a foster kid, they had no will or desire to even fix things. They thought they were cursed since birth.

Boku no naka ni da ga iru no?

A week after their hardships, a tragedy happened, one that happened in their school. The day that they lost their entire class and grade to a horrific curse…the very same one that was on the kid that bullied them…

Kowareta, Kowareta yo kono sekai de

The hideous, cobra-like curse, slithering towards them from corpse to corpse, taking one life after another while they watch the carnage before them, shivering in fear

Kimi ga warau nanimo miezu ni

Running through the bloodied hallways of the school while the curse was hot on their trail wanting to consume them and their soul, shouting eerily “you’re weird!” “you will never make friends!” “why can’t you just die?” the words are all too familiar, from the very voice of the boy that is now dead. Now they stood in a corner and trapped between a wall and the path of where the curse was, hissing with a maniacal grin. The individual felt scared, horrified and was the only one alive against this very strong, hideous being. 

Beings they have seen on a regular basis, the sheer malevolence and disturbance of them from humans. As the curse leaped forward and went in for the kill, the individual shielded their faces as if to not face the gruesome fate that awaited them, unknowingly producing black circles that shot out to the curse. Instead of hearing their flesh and bones crack, they heard thuds and sounds of pain yelps. They open their eyes to see a shocking sight before them. The curse, in pieces, held separately by black swirling voids, crying in pain before starting to vanish into thin air.

Kowareta boku nante sa iki wo tomete

They never knew they could produce such abilities from their hands. How on Earth did they do such a thing? The crashing of windows burst through, shattering on the floor, startling them when a tall figure with white hair, all dressed in black with shades lands on the floor, their feet crunching the glass that shattered. The male, looking between them and the now evaporating curse and the odd, circular black things exorcising the curse, is surprised and impressed. He watches the curse being destroyed, before walking up to the frightened child that began crying silently.

Hodokenai mou hodokenai yo shinjitsu sae freeze

“That was you?”

“H-Hai- I don’t know I- I don’t know what I did b-but everyone d-died and it chased me and I-I…I was running and I d-didn’t want this to eat…eat me-!” Their hiccups and sobs overtook their voice as the taller figure realized what this kid had before pulling him into a hug after a traumatic and grotesque event.

Kowaseru kowasenai kurueru kuruenai anata wo mitsukete

“Kid, what’s your name?”

“Surname first-name…” They sobbed into the male’s chest, finally letting out their pent up emotions of being bullied from school and foster care, not being seen as a person, not being defended by the guardians at foster care, not being able to have a happy life since birth. They felt cursed and just wanted to be erased from this world.

“You’re not a curse…” Is what the male tells them is what makes them realize they said it out loud. “You are a special human being. One that can control your cursed energy and can be able to use a cursed technique. Surname-san, my name is Satoru Gojo, and you are a sorcerer. I see you’ve had a rough life judging by what you said out loud. So let’s forget about that, forget what life throws at you, and let me help train you?”

And so, they took his hand, out of awe and pent up emotions of what this male told them, saying “You’ll be doing amazing things, surname-san.”

“SURNAME-SENPAI!!”

YURETA YUGANDA SEKAI NI DANDAN BOKU WA SUKITOTTE MIENAKU NATTE

One second, Kugisaki found herself in shock, staring at Mahito’s hand inches away from her face, then the next second being pulled in a black void that was endless, before seeing light and same beige tiles of the place she was in, falling beside Itadori whose pained shout she heard echo the hallway. She turns in time to see her senpai, in the exact place she was in, horror taking her features as Mahito’s hand swipes Surname-san’s face. They switched places with her!

"Surname-senpai! What the hell did you do!?"

MITSUKENAIDE BOKU NO KOTO WA MITSUMENAIDE

So this is what it feels like to be touched by Idle Transfiguration, they think as Mahito’s evil cackle erupts in the atmosphere before gripping their head in discomfort. They already felt their soul begin to unravel, their brain starting to become painful.

Kugisaki didn't want to admit the grim truth of their senpai's actions. But no matter how much she tried to think otherwise, she couldn't think of one. Because...Surname-senpai sacrificed their life for her by switching places at the exact moment Mahito was supposed to touch her, and taking her place.

DAREKA GA EGAITA SEKAI NO NAKE DE ANATA WO KIZUTSUKETAKU WA NAI YO

“SENPAI!!!” Both of their voices called them out, fear and horror in their tone. This isn’t how they wanted to die, or go out. But if it means to save someone younger than them, then it’s worth that sacrifice. The memories of them since entering Tokyo Jujutsu Tech pouring in like a movie film, each memory of them with their classmates…

Maki…Toge…Panda…Yuta…gomenasai…looks like I won’t be treating you all to sukiyaki at Ginza…

"Gomen, Kugisaki but I promised Nitta-chan and Maki that I'd help you survive." They chuckle sadly, knowing the pain is only increasing and seeing Kugisaki's angry and horrified expression with Itadori's terrified one.

OBOETEITE BOKU NO KOTO WO

The drops of blood from both of their nasal holes, dripping rapidly, along with their head feeling as if it is going to implode, makes them gaze up to the scared eyes of Itadori and Kugisaki, their eyes widening in horror at how Surname-san is looking. I am so sorry you have to see this…

Oshiete 

Maki…Yuta…Toge…Panda…Hakari…Hoshi…Gojo-sensei…Fushiguro-kun…Yaga-san…Ieiri-san…I…I am so sorry for this…I can’t make my promise…but…arigato

Oshiete

“Itadori-kun, Kugisaki-chan…thank you…for making me believe I was a good person…live a long life…both of you…”

Boku no naka ni

Those were the final words of their senpai, before hearing a gross popping, then witnessing their head explode into flesh, blood and brain matter scattering the floor and their uniform before the headless corpse falls to the floor with a sickening crack to the floor.

Then, the hallways echoed nothing but Itadori’s and Kugisaki’s cries…while Mahito was cackling at the demise of someone important to them

Dare ga iru no?

Itadori's cries echo the hallways the loudest alongside Kugisaki's crestfallen and tear-gazed expression. Itadori couldn't take it anymore...the tears cascacding down his face as his eyes lose the brightness in them completely.

Their senpai's bloody, mutilated and headless corpse was in front of them.

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Congratulations, you'll have depression now. You're welcome!

#jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen season 2 #spoilers #jjk season 2 spoilers #but changed #nobara lives #jujutsu kaisen au #bittersweet ending #i am horrible #an evil person #but not for my faves #itadori yuji #kugisaki nobara #mahito #jjk mahito #yuji itadori x reader #kugisaki nobara x reader #gojo satoru #zenin maki #yuta okkotsu #jjk panda #inumaki toge #shoko ieiri #yaga masamichi #hakari kinji #hoshi kirara #Spotify

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

Imagine that you're in a school.

Imagine that you're in a school and you see a bully tormenting someone for all the years they've been there. not just bullying, but actively controlling their academic year and making their life a living hell. taking their lunches. pouring their trash on their lunches of it looks like they have more than what the bully wants them to have. stealing from their locker and in fact taking their locker because they feel entitled to it. controlling where they go in the school and taking spaces designated to be theirs because. again. they feel entitled. no even-sided rivalry. no petty drama. just abhorrent cruelty.

Imagine that no one helps - the students. the staff. even the security meant to supposedly stop bullying and mediate conflict. they do next to nothing to help the person being ceaselessly hurt and controlled and in fact enable and even praise the bully doing it. maybe they're very successful in their classes. maybe they're high ranking in the student body. maybe they're one of those star athletes. either way they have the popularity. the renown. the huge influence of the way the conversations and "gossip" go around the school to make themselves look like the rightful virtuous person - all making sure the students turn a blind eye.

imagine this student - the person being relentlessly tormented. the person who has had their time in this school made an oppressive living hell while no one does anything about it - fights back. throws a solid fucking punch. just one.

Its not pretty. it's not even good. they knock out a tooth or two. it's not the best thing that could have happened and by no means is it anything to celebrate but it is nothing compared to the relentless torment this person has endured at the hands of a bully for years and years while no one else has done anything but praise the bully and ask them about their upcoming game or their extra-curriculars.

And this bully? this person who has been oh-so-victimized by facing one single act of violence after years of enacting torment?

Well, imagine that they beat them to a fucking pulp.

Imagine that they beat them horrifically and brutally and just about every other way that can be described with an adverb about destruction. They don't even get a chance to twitch, let alone get up, before they land another blow. and another. and another. and they don't fucking stop.

And do you know what else they do?

Imagine that they scream to the onlookers - the students, the staff, the security - that this is in self-defense. that they're doing what they have to do in such an even-sided fight. that they have to smash their fingers because they could be used to hit again. that they have to smash their head in to the point where the skull shows because of course it could be used to think about hitting them again. that they have to give them two black eyes because if they look at them they can think about hitting them again.

And everyone watching? the same people that didn't do a single fucking thing to help the person being bullied before this fucking point?

Imagine that they believe them.

Imagine that they do condemn the violence... for the person that's just been fucking brutalized.

Imagine that the staff and security regurgitate some zero-tolerance policy bullshit about condemning the one act of violence from one student to another while doing nothing to remedy the years of horrific control and abuse that the student who got punched did to the student who did it. "We don't condone violence in any capacity." they cry while not only condoning the years of one-sided violence that led up to this point but labeling the continued and thousand-times worsened violence as self-defense.

And if someone tries to go against them? to tell them that they're wrong and acting horrifically?

Imagine that that person - whoever said that what they are doing is absolutely horrific - is actually the one in the wrong; they deserve to be pulled out of their activities and dragged through the mud because how dare they? how dare they call someone who is only defending themselves the problem?

Imagine that one student says that it's wrong - that this person needs to stop being brutalized and should be left the fuck alone by the person beating them to death - gets kicked out of the school play while another who sells stickers praising the student beating a student within an inch of their fucking life doesn't get one fucking consequence.

Imagine that after what feels like a month, the bully finally lays off for what they announce will be just a few moments of reprieve, only to continue putting them through hell during this supposed "pause" while the crowd begins to walk away to whatever else their focus drifts towards - daily lives, holiday break, the latest gossip - knowing fully well that when the "pause" ends - if you can really call it that - the beating will continue while the school on. It will get worse when the school moves on. Just look at what they've done with the whole school watching?

Imagine that you're in a school.

Actually, don't imagine you're in a school.

You don't need to.

Free Palestine.

#free palestine #violence #mine #long post #palestine #gaza #free gaza

[fruit-salad-ship]

Au idea: full metal alchemist au where peach and gray are small town alchemists that plum keeps trying to recruit to be state alchemists but keeps failing to

Love is stored in the full metal au.

I gave this mild thought once, I think peach was an alchemist that used medicine as a weapon, but otherwise was known as a doctor. People would say she’s a good person who despite her grouchy behaviour would actually never hurt a soul undeserving. She’s swooped in and taken out military folk bullying towns people, and thrown hands with the worst kind of thugs around who’d come to her turf and start fights. Her alchemy is rooted in the idea that you can change the base structure of a human body, it’s just chemistry. You don’t have to touch the souls, that’s too far even for her, but the physical self? Hell yeah. Every human contains bacteria and acids that’ll spiral out of control in no time under the right conditions. She just…sets those up and accelerates them. She’s put stomach acid in place of cartilage, the fluid in your brain? Yeah that’s all filled with bacteria from your colon. She may just fill you with tumours, there’s potential in every body to do that. You will slowly rot, and by the time you die, she’ll be long gone. Your lungs? Yeah. They’re gonna swap with your kidneys now. Nothing works in your body without air, game over. She is boarder line horrific in a match and because she doesn’t like to use that kind of ability normally without real reason, she’s jacked and fights you with her fists normally. Her body is littered with tattoos. Each is a circle unique to her area of study, that frees her up from drawing the big complex diagrams normally used in a fight. She’s got one on the wrist however that is for turning her rings into knuckle dusters and back again. For a little aid if she’s not about to destroy someone’s entire physical being.

Greys the doting loving man she does not deserve, though his specialist I’m not sure of yet. He’s gentle and sturdy and creative, clever, but not fast nor mean, always the one to talk peach down from her rage, and she usually listens. Or makes someone sick in a way that it’s a ticking time bomb. They’ll perish elsewhere, and grey things she’s spared them their life. She has not, she’s just good at making it look like she has. Benefit to being a doctor, you know how long a body has to handle something like an infection or thinned heart walls, can essentially set up a heart attack. Who’s going to blame you? Natural causes right there.

Anyway yeah, grey. Idk, ideas? He’s not a fighter, but very smart. Maybe he could have looked into the study of automated machinery, not bound with souls but like, robotics? Sort of? I’m not sure if that’s a good fit, he’s a;ways the tough one to match.

Plum however was born into a military family, never cut loose, never wanted anything else, just to rise through the ranks and make her family proud. Thing is the more she sees, the more she realises the military isn’t all that good an organisation, and her want to be a pillar of justice and honesty is going to fail if she’s doing it under the guise of what her family stood for. She goes to make her own path, but does so from the inside of this institute. Her first job? Track down some worthy alchemists to take the places of those she’s lost along the way. A few come and go, and sure, they’re good at their job, but not groundbreaking, not special. That is until she hears of a doctor and her partner out in the middle of nowhere, curing things with alchemy in ways that haven’t been done before. The rules are followed, this isn’t a philosophers stone incident, but the doctors using a combination of new theories, modern practice, and alchemy baselines to make injuries that would take months to recover, heal in days. People go to her unable to walk due to injury, and she’s finding ways to fix it. A doctor like that would be useful.

Thing is, the closer plum gets to this, the more she realises this doctor is actually no doctor at all, unhinged, genius yes, but completely ungovernable. She follows no rules, she obeys no man, and refuses to cooperate at all when asked to sit and chat about military options. Plums tried to catch her in her garden, and ends up barred by huge bramble walls, or yeeted out by the very earth she stands on.

Plums actual alchemy itself is grounded in tradition, a practice handed down through several generations. She is smart, educated on many matters, and uses her abilities in a very flamboyant way, something she picked up from her mother. She is highly adaptable and has branched out to study as much as she could.

#fma au #this is one of my fav anime’s guys #you hit a passion topic #winner #fruit salad #brainrot

[sir-adamus]

I think that's what's been sort of bothering me about the future of Neo since yesterday. Before last episode I was still sort of on the maybe we can talk her down train (because we really hadn't seen a whole lot of her this volume), but then yesterday happened and I was like "nope. Definitely not talking this one out." And I'm not even sure if she's coming back to Remnant after this. I know none of our heroes would be okay with it after this (Which is completely valid because she literally bullied and tortured a 17 year old until she broke). So the complete ??? of Neo's future has kind of rattled me. Cuz it would really feel weird if she doesn't play a conscious part in the final two episodes, regardless of the outcome, you know? I'm not sure I'm articulating this correctly.

no worries anon, i have difficulties articulating almost everything i say so i get it

yeah with Neo it's interesting because like; they have invested a lot of time and writing into giving us her perspective, her backstory, making her a three-dimensional character that has sympathetic qualities and we can understand why she feels the way she does even when she's clearly in the wrong - we started volume 8 in her perspective as she realises she's in way over her head with Cinder, rankles at being treated like an errand girl and not an equal party in spite of their deal (which culminates in her threatening Cinder to force her to make good on her end of it because she'd been pussyfooting around on it - and Cinder responded in her usual, extremely petty way), and then we got Roman Holiday and saw the full extent of how she ended up where she did and the issues she faced with being refused autonomy. like, they clearly want us to be invested in her character and the struggles she faces even when she's being fucked up and horrible; there's layers to it, it's fiction, we can be invested in the dimensionality of a character and want to see that character in a better place while still acknowledging that they're making horrendous choices

and right after the self-destructive spiral that it's been clear she's been on since she reappeared in volume 6 reaches its culmination, forced to reckon with the fact that she's got nothing else now, which is an interesting turn for a character - "and then what?" is a trope for a reason - but before Neo can make a choice on what she's gonna be now, or strip back everything and realise what she wanted in the first place (before she settled in what was ultimately a very unhealthy dynamic with Torchwick - again, understandable why she did, because he was the only person in her life that treated her with any decency or respect for her autonomy - but she had nothing outside of that, which then led to this spiral she's in and her current actions because, like many of the characters she has a lot of parallels with, it was something to do other than grieve and process the losses), she has her autonomy ripped away from her, to be used as a puppet by the malevolent entity that is using her as a mouthpiece, forcing her to speak with a voice that isn't her own

it's "and i must scream" taken up to eleven if she's still conscious in there, and what the Cat did is horrific and violating and no one deserves it regardless, but it's worse with the context of Neo's history how she's once again being used for someone else's agenda

i could see them doing a fighting from the inside thing with her because of all that context with her, rediscovering that her original goal was to be free and fighting against the monster trying to use her (for example by summoning the Jabberwalker with her Semblance, because the Cat has her body but they don't have her mind and that's what her Semblance draws from), and that could go a lot of ways with it being enough to buy time for the heroes to defeat the Cat with her going down with them or the heroes manage to exorcise the Cat but save Neo (maybe they have to save Neo to defeat the Cat, Jaune's semblance has been used to bolster people fighting against mind control before and with the way Neo's Semblance interacts with the Ever After she could unleash some hell on the Cat as a result) - and there's a discussion there if she'd be returned to normal or if she'd be changed by the experience, furthering the analogue she's been having with Ruby's progression through this volume (the idea of Neo's body still being altered even with the Cat's influence gone, and possibly some semblance of its powers remaining could be interesting to explore)

in the event she does survive, she's still left with "and then what", and the opportunity is there for her to make better or at least different choices, because revenge wasn't satisfying and it left her empty; maybe it'll be a walking the earth thing now that she has to decompress and deal with the shit she's been repressing (and the Ever After's basically built for that), with a now begrudging respect for the heroes for saving her ass (because like, if they can defeat the Cat without killing her they probably would, they're not executioners and continuing a cycle of revenge doesn't help anybody, especially if she's in no position and has no desire to fight back anymore), maybe showing up later down the line as a sometimes ally once she finds a new reason for being. or hell maybe in the "we haven't forgiven you for what you've done and we probably won't but we'll have your back as long as you have ours" situation that Emerald is in now

like, Neo's a messy and complicated character - intentionally - and this has all been left with a messy and complicated resolution because of the Cat hijacking her before her character could really be resolved - and i guess i'm maybe being optimistic here but this show is optimistic, even though we're in the darkest hour right now the optimism is coming

but i like the idea that we're not operating on something that's rigidly black and white, all-or-nothing kinda thing. that in fighting an impossible war on the scale we're getting to, you'll find allies in those who have done unforgivable things and the point is not to forgive them (and honestly the fact that people are still conflating redemption with forgiveness when they are entirely separate things is another thing that bothers me, and i'm on record saying in the most positive version of events i don't think Neo would even be redeemed, so much as it just being a heel-face turn and leaving it at that) but to accept that they're making better choices now in the moment and that's something you can work with

anyway this got long and rambly and probably not terribly coherent, but yeah

#RWBY9 #RWBY spoilers #RWBY9 spoilers #i'm gonna ask folks respectfully not to clown on this just because you don't like the character alright?

[enbyleighlines]

Ike does something a bit reckless because he's 20 and he's beaten a goddess (not wantonly reckless, but a touch overconfident in what he is capable of doing, like some physical task he should be able to do, but has never done before). Said thing nearly kills him.

What is the thing? How do you think Soren/Ranulf would respond?

Ooof. I think it’s fair to assume that whatever he does is in the service of helping others. Perhaps he comes across someone in peril, like, getting swept down a rushing river. And Ike strips off his armor and jumps in to try to grab that person and pull them to safety.

Only… he underestimates the strength of the current, and nearly winds up having his skull cracked against the rocks.

As for how his boyfriends respond…

Well, obviously their first priority would be to rescue him from the edge of death. Soren would fuss over Ike while healing him, life flashing before his eyes, in a state of wide-eyed, breathless panic. Ranulf would be equally worried, but better at staying calm.

At first, Ranulf would wordlessly follow all of Soren’s shrieked instructions, like grabbing extra cloth to stem the bleeding, applying vulnerary to the smaller cuts and bruises while Soren uses a heal staff to take care of the deep gash at the back of his scalp, etc. But once Ike is no longer at risk of dying, Ranulf would have to step up and bully Soren into taking some calming breaths before he hyperventilates.

While Ike recovers and slowly claws his way back to consciousness, Ranulf would be talking Soren through the objective facts: Ike is out of danger, he’s not going to die, and clinging to him is not going to help him wake up faster.

As for the aftermath… I imagine Soren might be quietly upset at Ike for a while. Even though he doesn’t blame Ike, per se, he doesn’t know how else to process the sheer magnitude of emotions warring in his chest. Ranulf might try to lighten the mood with some bad jokes, but they would only serve to make Soren madder.

How can Ranulf joke around about the fact that Ike almost died? Soren is furious, and though he tries to keep his tongue still, eventually it all comes to a head and he lashes out at the both of them.

So they give Soren some space.

Despite his jokes, Ranulf is still shaken, though his reaction is a bit more delayed. One of his jokes gets a little too dark, a little too revealing about his fears of Ike’s eventual demise, and Ike holds him while his laughter turns teary and wobbly, until he’s sobbing silently in his lover’s arms. And Ike just strokes his back and peppers his head with kisses.

Perhaps Soren stumbles upon them as they’re having their moment. His anger has given away to grief, and he can’t bear spending another second not touching Ike. His fear-addled brain needs irrefutable proof that his lover is, in fact, still alive.

So Soren gets to join the cuddle pile.

Maybe it prompts a conversation between the three of them, about what happens after Ike’s death. Not in that moment, but a few days later, when the memory isn’t so tender.

Barring a horrific accident, Ike will most likely die before them. Soren and Ranulf age at a third of the rate of beorc and have longer lifespans. Although Ike is the youngest of the trio, he already looks like the oldest.

Ranulf will probably joke about how one day Ike will be a middle-aged man with two young looking beauties hanging off either arm. All the pervy grandfathers out there will envy him.

Soren does not want to have the conversation, not ever. But it has to happen.

Ranulf might say that he hopes that Soren and he can continue traveling together. Soren will get all flustered but tell him he has no objections, if that’s what Ran wants, all tsundere-style.

Ike loves that idea, and tells them so.

But too soon, Soren changes the subject. He can’t imagine a future without Ike in it, not now. And so Ike and Ranulf let the matter drop.

There comes a time where Ranulf can joke about the time Ike almost drowned without Soren flinching. And they do revisit that conversation about Ike’s death a few times, slowly chipping away at it a bit at a time.

But that is a long way off.

At that moment, they’re more concerned with living in the moment, and finding comfort in each other’s presence. And if they cling a little tighter to Ike at night for a few weeks after his near death experience, well, Ike sure isn’t complaining.

#ikesorenranulf #asks #ikesorran #tellius #anon #anonymous #thank you for the prompt! #this was a lot of fun #very bittersweet but #very fun nonetheless

[aqours]

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So in the wake of the newest episode, a lot of talk has been coming up regarding Himura Kana. And full disclosure? I thought the Reality Dating Show Arc was completely based on it until like, four days ago.

For those of you unaware, there's a lot of parallels towards the death of a real life woman, Himura Kana. She was a professional wrestler turned actress, who took her life as a result of online bullying regarding her role in a reality tv show.

A lot of people assume this was based off of this particular incident due to the extreme parallels: but it was more... extremely coincidental. OnK began it's publication not long before the incident. It was inked and planned out roughly a month before her death: that is to say, it is... an extremely odd coincidence. Aka Akasaka is a vocal critic of the industry and is passionate about these topics, and it would appear that it was written just slightly before the actual tragedy. The actual chapter came out roughly 6 months after Himura's death: at the very least, Akasaka did not chose to divert from his plans for the story until then.

Whether or not the Reality Dating Show Arc and what Akane experienced in that arc is currently not something that can be disproved or proven vs. what I initially thought. Unless Akasaka actually outright says "Yes, it was inspired by the Himura Kana incident," it seems to be more "They were written around the same time." And nothing short of a statement from Akasaka will probably be able to prove or disprove it. What happened to her is unfortunately not a unique situation in the world, and I personally think it's safe to assume that Akasaka was very deadset on writing something regarding this topic no matter what. Even if it was rewritten, it would have been the same in heart most likely.

Regardless. I think it was a major fucking failure in judgment for representatives from studio Doga Kobo to not reach out to her family before this episode aired. No shit they're pissed- I'd be pissed. I doubt anything could have made them like it, but it would have been nice I'm sure if someone had reached out to say "hey so there's a lot of similarities between what happened and our work, we can't make statements, but we'd like for you to at least be aware of the fact this episode is going to be made." vs. what appears to have been that her own family just learned about it with everyone else. It seems like Doga Kobo did not think about doing this: and that is a fucking massively horrific failure in judgment in doing so.

So yeah, I'm sure others have talked about this, but I wanted to share that information. That Akane's incident was absolutely based on Kana Himura's story is not something known for a fact from the looks of it (and if I am wrong PLEASE let me know with sources and links) and was written around the same time and likely before her death, although without official confirmations nothing can be stated as 100% fact unless Akasaka confirms it, it's fairly safe to assume that it was some of the oddest and saddest coincidental timing imaginable.

#oshi no ko #my star #onk #aka akasaka #himura kana #suicide cw #irl death #doga kobo #this isn't to spread a debate i just wa nted to share what i had seen #akane kurokawa

[melensolo]

Novi Val chap. 2

chapter 2/?

previous chapter draco x fem reader

slowburn

When your older brother said he would make it up to you by taking you out to Hogsmeade, this is not what you expected. You had not been expecting to see yourself surrounded by Draco’s gang. 

This whole trip consisted of you feeling like an outsider even though your brother tried endlessly to include you in their antics. 

“Right Y/N?” Theo would say after cracking a joke about someone or something. You would nod your head as a reply and continue searching for an excuse to leave. Theo better find a real way to make-it-up to you. Why would he think I would want to hang out with the same kids that bully anyone that breathes the same air as them, you included.

While Draco’s gang of puppies were laughing at some poor kid far away, you saw your opportunity to leave when you saw Luna leaving Hogsmeade in the direction of Hogwarts. You cautiously fell behind the group and ran to the blonde girl. 

“Luna, wait up!” you shouted when you were in earshot distance. She must’ve heard you because her steps faltered and she turned to face you, she lifted her hand and offered a tiny wave. She waited for you to reach her before she spoke. “Y/N, what are you doing at Hogsmeade?”

“Oh, I was just out with my brother and his friends.” you replied and turned to the direction you came from; that's when you made eye contact with Draco Malfoy. He squinted his eyes at you then turned his attention back to his crew.

“Yeah, they aren’t the best to be around.” you awkwardly laughed and faced the blonde girl again. She gave you a knowing look. You looked to the ground and noticed the girl had no shoes. “Luna, why are you barefoot?”

“Sadly, all my shoes have disappeared. I think it was the Nargles.” 

You hummed in response, and made a mental note to give her a pair of your extra shoes when you get back to Hogwarts.

“Well, I was just here to buy some meat to feed some animals, if you would like to come along?” she said, beginning to walk again as if she already knew you would say yes.

“Of course!” you answered, matching her steps. This wasn’t the first time you would go with her to feed animals, you enjoyed it as much as you enjoyed her company. Spending time with the animals was refreshing, like connecting with nature.

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After walking for quite some time she stopped walking and grabbed a tiny piece of meat. She threw it on the ground.

“Luna? There is nothing here?” you questioned her behavior. She ignored you and started taking a few steps and she started staring up, at nothing. You found a nearby log to sit on as Luna started caressing the air. Something had to be there, but you couldn’t see it.

“Hello, Harry Potter.” the blonde said without turning around or stopping her ministrations to the air. That made you turn around and you saw the famous brunette boy. He offered you a smile and wave before approaching Luna.

 Honestly you were surprised he was allowed back to Hogwarts. Due to the incident with the Ministry and him saying you-know-who is back. To be frank, you didn’t know if you believed him or not. You didn’t want to believe it, you wanted to believe Cedric Diggory died in a horrific accident. Ignorance is bliss afterall.

 “Your feet. Aren’t they cold?” He asked when he was standing next to her. You breathed out a laugh. 

“A bit” She looked down to her feet then back up at the boy before continuing. “Unfortunately my shoes seem to have disappeared. I suspect the Nargles.” 

There was a moment of silence and you found yourself just watching the two of them. Harry seemed to be aware of the animal Luna had been petting.

“What are they?” he asked her. 

“Thestrals, and they are quite gentle. People avoid them because they are-” she trailed off as she looked into the distance. As if she saw something.

Harry saw it too and finished her sentence. “-Different.”

The pair walked toward where Luna was looking.

“But why can nobody else see them?” the boy asked.

She answered quickly, as if she knew he were going to ask that. “Only people that have seen death can see them.”

Does that mean that your elder brother can see them?

The two were further away and you couldn’t listen to them talk anymore. When did they become close? You found yourself entranced in thought as Luna and Harry continued chatting and feeding the Thestrals.

The school year has just begun but it already feels awful. Mainly due to a certain pink Ministry lady. When she first came you didn’t think anything of it. Didn’t even bat an eye at her, but now you’re questioning it.

Her teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts made no sense and her punishment methods were downright medieval. You weren't a victim to her, but you have seen those who were. 

Though, you cannot complain too much about her class because you got to sit next to Dean Thomas who you fancied very much. He was kind to you and was very funny. He was also very attractive. 

The only downside with him is that you weren’t sure if he had a thing going on with Ginny Weasly or not. You didn’t want to get on her bad side after all. She was in your year and you thought she was lovely. 

So for now, he was off limits. 

“Y/N?” you heard Luna say your name, breaking you out of your train of thought.

“Oh sorry, are you done?” you said, looking up at the older girl. Harry left a while ago but you stayed with the fellow Ravenclaw.

“You looked like you were in deep thought, I am sorry if I disturbed you.” she smiled a bit then continued, “I was just gonna suggest we head back before it's too late.”

You hummed in response and the two of you went on your way.

next chapter

#draco #draco malfoy #draco/reader #draco malfoy x reader #harry potter #enemies to lovers #luna lovegood #fanfic #theodore nott #theo nott #hogwarts #x reader #reader #y/n

[the-void-writes]

• the devil, he whispers in your / my ear

Thank you for the prompt, friend 💖 Sorry I went on a month-long writing hiatus, but I finally felt well enough to finish something. This is just some Jasio stuff for venting.

TW: Mentions of child death, and a brief mention of possibly suicidal thoughts (nothing graphic, though)

Freaks of Preston - Nicer Things

Nightmares were commonplace when working for Vesely. No matter where someone worked, they would always end up seeing something that would haunt them forever— a failed test, an experiment gone awry, or even the horrific states that most of their patients were found in. Rio was no stranger to these nightmares. In some messed up way, he was starting to get used to them.

But it broke his heart to hear that kind of terror in his partner’s voice.

Rio never screamed in his sleep— though he would wake up in tears if Jin was involved. Nothing scared him as much as losing his daughter, and yet he still never screamed. Those feelings simply festered in a darker corner of his mind, one that he tried not to bring out.

Jason, on the other hand, couldn’t help it. He was a sensitive soul, and that showed in everything he did, even in sleep. When the nightmares claimed him, his whole body would tense with pain. The screams that left him were more haunting than any dream Rio could imagine.

It took a lot of gentle reassurance to wake Jason from one of his episodes. He’d forget where he was, and what had happened to him. It pained Rio every time he had to remind his partner about the accident.

One night, after having to relive the tragedy in his mind, Jason went into a state Rio hadn’t seen before. He stared ahead at the wall, still laying on his side as he pressed his back against Rio’s chest, and he mumbled to himself. Rio pulled him into his arms and sat with him in the dark.

“I’m right here, Jay. I’ve got you.”

He hoped that his voice would provide some comfort. Jason didn’t turn around, but he did close his hand around Rio’s. They sat together in the darkness, listening to the soft breeze outside their window.

“He wanted to be an astronaut.”

Rio knew exactly who he was talking about, if only from the shattered, heartbroken sound of his voice. At least he was speaking, at all, Rio told himself. It was better than having him cry himself to sleep again.

“Where did he want to go?” Rio asked.

Jason tightened his grip on Rio’s hand. “Saturn, first and foremost. He loved the rings.”

“That’s a long trip.”

“I told him that. He said it would be fine because he’d bring us with him, and when we got back home… all of his bullies would be gone.”

Even Rio wanted to cry for this kid. He wished he could have done more for this family, anything to save them from their cruel town. Jason was starting to tremble, so Rio rubbed his arm gently.

“Hey, we don’t have to talk about that.” He kissed the shell of his ear. “Tell me about the nicer things. What was his favorite food?”

Jason sniffed. “Strawberries. He adored them.”

“How about his least favorite?”

“Not much, he loved trying new things… except coffee. He couldn’t stand coffee.”

Rio chuckled. “Must have sucked for you, huh?”

“I didn’t start drinking it until I got here.”

“Ah, sorry we converted you.”

Jason laughed into his pillow, a big win for Rio. His smile, however brief, lit up the entire room. Rio rubbed his shoulder, hoping to keep him in this improved state.

“What else did he like?”

“All sorts of things,” Jason said with a smile. “He loved music and dancing, even though he said he couldn’t dance. He tried to read every book, and learn every story. He loved flowers and buttons and little wooden carvings— and postcards.”

“Postcards?”

“The older, the better. He’d keep them in a box and pretend they were from distant friends. I took him to those antique shops by the sea, and we’d spend the whole morning looking at cards. You should have seen his smile… It was like no one had ever hurt him.”

His voice broke as he cried again. Rio held him tighter, pressing his head against his back.

“I’m so sorry, Jason.”

Then came the words that shook Rio to his core, whispered in the dark like a final confession.

“I was ready to die,” Jason said. “Phil was gone, my parents wouldn’t even look at me— Everyone I loved had left, and it was my fault. I had nothing, until I met Will. He dragged me out of the dark, Rio. He made me want to live again… and I killed him.”

Rio had nothing to say. He knew it wasn’t Jason's fault, but he also knew that it was near impossible to drive that kind of guilt away in one night. If it had been Jin, Rio didn’t believe he could go on living as Jason had. This quiet, broken man had more strength than any soldier Vesely could hope to train.

Delicate, lingering kisses traveled across Jason’s back, up his neck, and along his face. What Rio couldn’t express in words, he made up for with his comforting touch. Jason finally turned around and buried his face in Rio’s shirt, wrapping his hands in the fabric as tightly as he could. He could feel Rio’s chest rumble as he spoke.

“You did everything you could, Jay. It’s not your fault that the world is full of monsters.”

Jason shuddered and let himself cry for a minute more. When the world seemed to settle down around him, he loosened his grip on Rio’s shirt and laid still. Rio kissed the top of his head.

“It’s hard, I know, but I promise it’ll get better. I’ll make it better for you.”

Jason relaxed against his shoulder. “I’m so thankful for you, Rio.”

“No, I should be thanking you.”

#writeblr #wip: freaks of preston #ask games

[candyheartedchy]

Alright, I'm sorry this turned out obscenely long I have such a horrific habit of rambling, apologizing again in advance

This is (placeholder name) Umi! He's of a sort of race of beings that live in a place similar to heaven except its just like for what you assume Cupid would live most of them are half (Cupid) and half something else and they move here to live and work I'm gonna try snd no info dump on you too much with what I have planned but basically he's considered off for his species; he's short (a whopping 4ftnothing), has no natural wings, and seemingly doesn't love in a way others do or they even approve of he has a very by the book and everything has a checklist personality and his lovr languages follow suit he struggles to fit in with Anyone barely having any friends and relationships don't last but he has a nice cushy job as a high ranking inspector business to business basically he comes in and has the authority to shut a place down (and will) if they're not meeting every made with love expectation snd regulation the problem is conjoined to his place of work is other inspectors and instigators Actual Cupids people who go down to earth and shoot love arrows to make people fall for one another kind deals they're basically the baseline celebrity status you can get in that world and he STRIVES for a place amongst them but keeps failing qualifications which he assumes if just higher ups picking on him because he's otherwise Great at everything he does the idea is he ends up taking up secretly (illegally) someone's place while they're out sick to prove himself and he butchers it with his little story out of the way what made me feel he's a cute pick for you was becausr I've always imagined some with his endless failed relationships yet desire to lovr and be loved he actually has a crush on someone he passes by going to work or at work the vibe I've been imagining them with (see: charming, kind, considerate, bright, etc little things I associate with you) but also doing something in passing with him that would've cemented the idea to him "They're not like the others" (other being people who tease him or talk behind his back, etc) someone like you is a great inspiration to this role of a character I want to make him crush on because they're a big motivator for his character to risk it all the idea of becoming a celebrity worth hanging around with no one would bully someone he loves for being with him but Also proving to them and himself he can meet these invisible bars to expressing love properly it's just rhe idea some life is an endless bitter espresso after another for him and someone like you would be a perfect sweetener to his life something that'd make his day to day bearable and ultimately that crush leads him to risking his current job and reputation and even breaking the law a little to prove something he's a dork, he's a workaholic because there's no reason to be home (alone), he flusters and lashes out in a non-threatening way when flirted with or even someone being genuinely kind to him snd it catches him off guard, he wears heels because he's embarrassed about his height, he balances his lovecore aesthetic with his masculinity because he wants to feel good in his skin but also fit in with society even if he'll never win with them, and I wrote a tidbit once with him intimidatingly chewing out and closing down a business for having stale pastries when he was in a bad mood (and this is him in his casual wear not work wear) SORRY FOR THE RAMBLING

Thank you. Sorry.

I ADORE HIM ALREADY!!! 💕

And I could see how I would balance him out in a way since he’s a workaholic and make his days bearable, especially the part “life is an endless bitter espresso after another for him and someone like you would be a perfect sweetener to his life” is just 🥺

And I do like his design! :D

#and don’t apologize I love reading your stuff!! #💌 letters 💌 #butchwaifu

[flightfoot]

As someone who hasn't engaged much with the Tumblr Side of the miraculous fandom for a long time can you explain to me this place's reputation for salt fics? Every social media platform seems to hate certain characters more than others and I'm aware of Tumblr's preference for certain characters over others. It seems the salt fics and authors have died down since the heights it had in season 3, I try not to pay attention to that stuff cause it seems really dumb. If you could perhaps explain it to someone that's not familiar I'd appreciate it.

The Tumblr crowd tends to be heavily associated with AO3, so there's a lot of similarities between what's popular on AO3 and what's popular on tumblr. The salt fics and authors have massively died down on say, FFN, where they've mostly died out, but they're still going strong on AO3. The saltdom is more quarantined (especially compared to season 3, when it was pretty much unavoidable while still participating in the fandom at all), but it's still pretty strong in the places where it's still around.

Tvtropes has a decent run-down of some of the common Saltfic plots on its Fandom Specific Plots page, so if you want more information, that's a good start.

Basically, the idea is that the author projects onto Marinette, and doesn't really care about most of the other characters, and the other (canonically good) characters tend to be made into horrible people for not being sufficiently loyal to her, in order to justify giving her new friends who worship the ground she walks in and will freely hurt anyone who "mistreated" Marinette.

Luka's often used as her new Love Interest since Adrien's declared to be a sexual harasser and lazy and useless as Chat Noir, and to be a spineless useless doormat for not teaming up with Marinette to try to expose Lila in Chameleon (his later efforts to help Marinette in Ladybug, once he knows that Lila's actually malicious, is usually ignored). Luka basically just revolved around Marinette and never pushed her or seemed to have any desires or baggage of his own in seasons 2 and 3, so he was often used as a partially blank slate who could be altered to be whatever the author thought Marinette's ideal boyfriend should be like, who would care about Marinette's point of view and wellbeing, and ONLY that, with no consideration for anyone else's perspective or feelings, making him the perfect defender for her.

Chloe's particularly popular with the saltdom, especially post-season 3, since a lot of fans feel like she got a raw deal. Though she was popular among the saltdom even back when Chameleon aired, and... honestly for pretty fair reasons? A lot of the earliest Chameleon fics ran with the idea of Lila making good on the threats she'd made, turning Marinette's friends against her. Since Alya and the class in general had shown a susceptibility to Lila's manipulation and lies, it was often assumed that Lila could sufficiently lie and manufacture evidence to fool them into thinking that Marinette wasn't a good person, while Lila wouldn't put in that effort to trick Chloe, who wasn't Marinette's friend, and who also wasn't doing much of anything in Chameleon, so it was unknown whether she was fooled by Lila's lies.

Problem was, that somewhat reasonable plotline kept on being flanderized into making Chloe into being the one person who cared about Marinette and could tell she wouldn't do the things she was accused of, and Alya and the class in general kept on being warped into being horrific bullies who'd physically hurt Marinette, destroy her property, and suicide bait her. And even when that plotline was both thoroughly exhausted AND was proven wrong by canon with "Ladybug" acting as "Chameleon's" follow-up, they still kept going.

A lot of people really like "the main character is horribly mistreated by the people who should always have their back no matter what, so the people who supposedly should be their enemies recognize how horribly they've been mistreated and team up with them instead, inflicting horrific vengeance and punishment on those who didn't treat them the way they deserved" plotlines. You see it commonly in Harry Potter, Pokemon, and more recently, Encanto fics, for example. (the "teaming up with enemies" part is optional. Sometimes the other party is just considered "better" because they're more unquestioningly loyal to the main character).

Anyway, I'm not totally sure if this explanation was what you were looking for, but I tried my best.

#ask #ml fandom salt

[phoomwhoosh]

ALRIGHT. So, I have some thoughts about season 5 of Cobra Kai. This will be under a cut because I am not a heathen.

So, I have watched season 5 twice: once all of the way through and then a second time just for Daniel’s arc. And not because I am only a fan of Daniel. I do love a lot of these guys. Daniel’s arc, though, man...

Anyway, I guess I’ll start with some of my favorite bits/characters:

LOVED Tory this season. Her scenes with Devon really were nice. Frankly, her whole arc and such was fantastic. I HATED that she was forced to break her damned hand, holy shit! I actually had to look away because it was so horrific. I do like how she caught onto Kreese’s bullshit and straight-up went, “Fuck this.” I also like how she mentioned Daniel getting hurt because of their antics and her genuine shock when Kreese was like, “That bitch got what he deserved.”

Sam’s sequence in the nightmarish pod. I like how well it showed her internal struggles and all of the labels she’s been forced to live with. I liked Sam a lot this season.

I actually liked Mike. I totally love that he turned his life around and we got to hear his story. Also, him apologizing to Daniel? Gold. I loved that. I also loved how he interacted with Chozen and Johnny. Him stealing the party limo was just...yeah, that was definitely great.

Daniel’s former rivals (the core three, at least) coming together to help him? Hell yes!!!!!

Chozen was KILLING it this season and I love him so much. I was so, so worried he had died and was gonna legit cry if he had. Also, I adored how he trained the kids and just…man, he was amazing! And his SHIRTS! Once more, I find myself wanting to steal his wardrobe.

Amanda being Jessica’s cousin? LOVED it more than anything. I saw somebody mention on a post that it makes so much sense that Daniel met Amanda through someone else and it really does. As kind as Daniel is, he very clearly doesn’t have a whole lot of friends.

Jessica telling Amanda more about Terry? That was fantastic. I saw someone else say that it was good for Amanda to hear that from someone that wasn’t Daniel and I agree 1000%. It would’ve been hard for Daniel to explain since it would’ve basically just been him heaping blame on himself for things that weren’t really his fault and it wouldn’t have helped matters at all. Whereas hearing it from Jessica, from the outside perspective of someone who was around while it was going on and who was actively involved at several points, yeah. That was better for Amanda. Really love how they handled Daniel and Amanda this season.

There were more things, I’m sure. XD

And now for what I didn’t like:

The teen drama. It is sooooo old to me. Maybe it’s because I’m 30 now and I’ve reached my limit with this stuff. But for real? At this point, it feels like the teens are dating for no reason other than they have to because the writers are holding them at gunpoint. Don’t get me wrong, SOME of them are cute but others are just…yeah.

I wish Sam hadn’t befriended Moon and Yasmine again. I miss Aisha. I honestly wish that those two had been written-off and Aisha’s potential as a character had been realized in full. (I know she left forever ago but listen...I will miss her every season.)

I wasn’t a fan of how Kenny continued to assault and bully Anthony. Yes, I understand why he hates Anthony. However, during that water park scene, they could’ve made Anthony crack his skull open on the edge of the pool and/or drown! THAT is when THEY should have been kicked-out! That shit is dangerous!

I don’t feel like getting into the Mexico plot line or Johnny only getting Miguel and Robby to make-up for the Redacted (not going into that one either) because I feel like enough people have already talked about all of that. Just know that I too am disappointed in some of the things that happened with Johnny this season.

I’m gonna talk about Terry and Daniel probably in a separate post because, honestly, my most favorite parts of the season were the ones involving them. I apologize in advance for when I find time in my life to go feral over that.

#ck spoilers

[obscurebelief]

To the Death! (Stranger Things!Aurelius AU)

Warning/Notes: Fight scene, blood, violence, anti-jason (not in rp centric, just fic centric I promise), terrible grammar, hospital mention,

Summary: Aurelius Dumbledore, once a wizard of the 1920/30s that had been Grindelwald's Acolyte, now lives in 80s Hawkins thanks to a possible magic time spell gone wrong. He is thrown into the sudden murders and seeks to find and put a stop to the one that is causing them, not knowing that he had interfered with something only a few in this strange town know of. The Upside Down and it's monsters.

ao3

It had been nearly a year since the boy had appeared in Hawkins through what he can only assume was a very strange time loop. He was nearly sixty years into the future, going from the early 30s to the late 80s was quite a trip.

But here, no one knew him. No one saw a Dumbledore or a Barebone as something great. He was just Aurelius, just a boy, attending Hawkins High School and soon to be a senior. His age was almost younger than before as well. He was unsure and at some point, he had stopped questioning it. He was soon to be eighteen according to the new identification he had made almost to perfectly. Easy tricks to fit in.. while at the same time, was as much an outcast as Eddie Munson was and the Hellfire Club.

For he didn’t hide really what he was. The tiny brained non-magic losers could call him a devil worshipper or evil all they wanted. It was them that got angry black birds suddenly chasing them home, or their fresh food going bad within hours of getting it. He was petty, and clearly, they didn’t learn. But, Aurelius had his fun messing with them. And it was his sort of middle finger to the Statute of Secrecy that had screwed him over in the Wizarding World.

But he digressed. He could take out all his frustration on any bully, and while he enjoyed their pain, he was very much alone. Dark long and silky hair, pale skin that was smooth, dark eyes, dark clothing that probably made him look like some vampire or witch.

Eyes watched Eddie while not drawing attention to himself as the other yelled about something with conforming to society. Gaining the attention of Jason who made that comment… that word that Aurelius hated so much. Freak. He hated that word, hated any that called anyone else that. But Eddie seemed to shrug it off or be proud of the word.

He returned to his lunch that was untouched. His own thoughts were elsewhere. His phoenix was outside the school, lingering in the woods.

It was strangely like this all the time. The same old days, classes, lunch, home. Repeat. He would be done soon. Why was he even here? Boredom maybe. He could probably just drop out and be fine. But at the same time, there was interesting things here to learn that Mary Lou never taught him or his sisters. Probably because it would’ve turned him away from her horrible cause that seems to be trying to make a return if what Eddie was reading had been true. Yes, Aurelius sort of listens in on conversations that interest him.. not that the very interesting outsider and leader of Hellfire didn’t get his attention the first time he’d seen the other.

Weeks would go by, and suddenly that same guy he saw as an interesting guy was wanted for murder because of finding someone dead in his trailer?

Aurelius had to inspect the scene himself. And grimaced and believed that this town was so stupid that it made the most idiotic of trolls seem like a genius. There was no way any human could do this. Eddie was not around and hadn’t been found. Smart guy if he was honest.

Inspecting the images was horrific. It was not some human that was for sure. Surely no one could do something like that without attracting someone to the screams. But there was no screaming besides possibly the guy’s… no, she would’ve been in agony. Someone would’ve heard.

“None of that adds up” He added out of the blue, having went into the crime scene and was staring at the people that were inspecting. He was shooed out hastily and was gone before he could draw more attention.

“No, it isn’t a human. It is from my world… but to be that sadistic.” He lowers his gaze. He didn’t know the girl, but also knew that she didn’t deserve that. And whoever was behind it is using an easy target. “So much for staying out of people’s business.” He walks into the woods, disappearing into the trees that concealed him, hid him away to help him feel alone and happy again. His phoenix flying down and landing on his shoulder, much to his little groan of protest, “you’re big you know. Can you look for Mr. Munson for me, the younger one? Long hair like me… louder than me? If you find him, stay with him but keep out of sight.”

A questioning coo came from his bird who hopped off his shoulder and landed on a fallen tree log, “he’s being blame for something I think one of my own did.” Another chirp, “I know I should stay out of this, but something isn’t adding up. If he is with someone, anyone that he trusts, you may return if you want.”

There was silence between them before his bird took flight and vanished over the trees on the search for Eddie. “… I’ve gone soft for these no-maj.” He mutters to himself. He resumed his walk through the woods. Passing the bench in the woods behind the high school and walking into an opening where he passed through and what had been only trees and wooded area was now a cottage that was Aurelius’ home. A garden outside, a porch with two chairs and a table. Inside was warm due to the fire still going in the fireplace. The cauldron warming his usual strew. The kitchen giving off the aroma of herbs from rosemary to lavender. It looked like a witch’s home with some 80’s flair since there was a couch with a television as well as a cabinet that had many ingredients that were for his potions.

It was simple to him. But probably amazing to anyone else seeing.

Life was simple for him. An easy hideaway from the few negative morons in Hawkins….

A chime started him awake from his slumber. He had to have fallen asleep due to it being dark outside already.

Another chime made him jump and look around.

Chime.

He looks at the strange clock that was for sure not there before, sticking half inside the wall of his kitchen.

Chime-

“Don’t interfere, Aurelius.”

The voice was dark and cold, it made the wizard stare in shock and look around for the source of the voice he hadn’t heard before.

“Interfere with me, Credence. And you will regret it.”

He heard a knock on his door and looked at it, thanking that the locks were modern and closed. But also, how did anyone come through his barrier? Non-magic couldn’t come through, they’d only pass by it like it was just part of the woods. But the knocking was there, it was real and getting angrier.

“Credence, what did we say about locking your door?”

The voice chilled his blood. It almost made him break down in tears and fear right there. The voice of Mary Lou… so icy calm. He swore it was as if he was still in that damned church that haunted his nightmares.

“Credence, open the door please. Credence! Credence you wicked little mistake! Open the door!” Her calmness increased to anger and hatred.

He stared at the door as the clock chimed louder, the ticking was like nails on a chalkboard. His hands gripped his ears to try and silence the yells, the clock, everything. “Ma- Stop! Stop it!” He screamed back. The door banging, the hinges threatening to break. He felt like that wandless boy at the Second Salem Church, ready for the belt, the beatings—he wept and screamed until his vocals strained and ached.

He was curled up on the floor when all was silent again, back to normal. His ears ringing, throat aching. His palms were bloody from his nails digging so deeply into them. It wasn’t a dream that was for sure. Everything was as it was. Nothing misplaced, no clock, no damage to the door.

But he knew now, for sure, there was someone or something that wanted to make sure that Aurelius would not pursue further.

Dark eyes burned from the tears he had shed. But he was feeling angry at the being that dared dig into his old wounds and tear them open. A deep snarl of the Obscurus within him came out of his mouth. This being thought he could hurt Aurelius in such a way, frighten him with the horrors of his past? Dark eyes going white with rage. He was going to fight this thing and wipe it from the face of the earth if he had to.

Vecna will learn that not all people could break under his guilt and fear tactics.

And Aurelius did not heed his words. And only dug more deeper into the sudden and sadistic killing with growing shock and anger. Jason was not wise to face Aurelius on his good days, and even less wise to face him on his bad days.

Jason and his sorry excuse for hunters happened upon the Obscurial on his way towards home from the store. Eyes meeting multiple eyes of Jason and his crew. “Do you know where Eddie is?”

Aurelius stared and resumed his walk.

“Hey! We’re talking to you!”

“And the sky is blue, water is wet, and your breathe smells. Anything else I need to point out? Other than you’re missing a member of your crew. Perry?”

“You little- Patrick! He is dead, Eddie murdered him?”

“… and you saw proof of this?”

“With my own eyes. We were almost on him when Patrick was killed. He was lifted up by Eddie’s powers—”

“It isn’t Eddie you should be after.” Aurelius interrupted. Maybe he was being rude and cruel over the grief of them losing their friend. “Tell me, had Patrick said anything about not sleeping well? Depression? Anything?”

“What does that-“

“Do try and answer me, I don’t have all day.”

Jason was having enough and somehow believed that Aurelius would cave like Gareth had under pain. He went towards the wizard with every intent to hurt him.

Aurelius was quicker, and much less merciful than he usually was. “Brachiabindo” He spoke out loud after drawing his ebony wand.

Jason fell forward and squirmed and yelled in confusion. Aurelius cast a jinx on him that caused invisible cords to wrap around the other’s body and tie him. “Now let me try this again” He looked at the bigger guy, wand pointing at each of them. What ever courage they had was quickly vanished as they whispered in fear of satanic powers, or if he was part of the Hellfire Club. “Was Patrick not sleep well? Anything off?”

“U-uh, he was fine. Um… actually he was having some trouble I think. He didn’t tell us, man.”

“Hmm” He stepped over the squirming Jason who was still somehow thinking that he could yell words of Satan’s vessel at him. “If you don’t shut up, Carver, I will remove your tongue” He threatened, very emptily but could care less. Jason shut up. “It is starting to add up. Something in their past is connected. Like abuse for example. Be it past or present. Tell me, have any one of you heard a clock, seen anything strange?”

“Besides what you just did?”

“Yes.”

“No?” Each one he looked at shook their head no, probably more afraid of the wizard now than anything. “And you Jason?”

A grumble.

“This is serious, Carver. Munson is in grave danger if you don’t search your brain. More innocents will die”

“No. Just nightmares of what he did to her.”

Aurelius glared at the ignorance of the basketball obsessed leader and growled with white eyes and smoke seemed to leak off him. Once again, whatever confidence he had was gone as soon as the wizard shown the Obscurus off. “If you go anywhere near Eddie Munson… if I hear anything of the possibility that you hurt him, or anyone from Hellfire, I will make sure you live as a worm for the rest of your life” He snarled deeply, a snarl that no human could possibly have. He would put the fear of a false devil into their souls if it meant they left the innocents out of their little cult and witch hunting. He stepped on the no-maj and applied pressure. “Do I make myself clear?” Another add of weight and a pained agreement. “Good little no-maj. Now run along. And if you bother me again I will make sure all of you become worms!” threatened the wizard as he undid the jinx and apparated before their very eyes and before he could be stopped.

Maybe he went over the top, but sometimes he can’t help but feel that Grindelwald may have been right at times with some no-maj that believe they could harm others without thought. And given his phoenix hadn’t returned… “Am I doing right, father?” He asked no one in general as he stood on the other side of town.

It was probably his nosiness that gave Vecna annoyance and reason to end the irritating wizard once and for all. Not yet seeming to know what the boy was yet. Even after prying into the boy’s mind, Aurelius hid much more about himself outside of his abuse and trauma…

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Aurelius sat on his bed, looking at the room around him. Thinking over and over. Why was there someone killing teenagers? Why would they do that? Was there a method? He was wondering if he was losing his mind as he thought over and over.

And as if his mind was read, he once again heard that clock, the chime that sounded wrong and distorted. He couldn’t locate it, but he heard it. “Thankfully I left the fireplace off.” He remarked. And began to look around now for anything or anyone.

And seeing him made the wizard must back up an inch in his bed. This creature looked humanoid but that was about it. It looked very off-putting for lack of a better word. Eyes looking at him. “You hide what you are, but you also pursue me.”

“Hide? You are in my home, if anything, I am far from hiding. Why are you killing people?” This creature was not from his world. It was something else entirely. “Teenagers for that matter! In the most gruesome ways?”

He didn’t answer.

“You must think you’re doing something great. Murdering teenagers, blaming some innocent group. Quite a coward’s way.”

A chuckle escaped the creature as something suddenly wrapped and gripped around Aurelius’ belly and pulled him hard against the wall. A black vine had sneaked around and grabbed him, nearly crushing his lungs.

“I told you to stay out of my way. Quite a unique creature you are. I can’t see into your mind further than your own trauma that you barely hid.”

Aurelius growled silently as the creature continued. Not yet.

“I am curious about what you hide from me, from the world.” He drew closer, sharpened claws on his arm stretching over Aurelius’ head. “Show me.”

Eyes slowly began to show all white as the boy seemed to almost look like he was going blind. His body shaking, “who said I was hiding?” He answered, his voice of anger, voice deep with hatred of the Obscurus. Aurelius nails that now had blackened along his nails and up his fingers, becoming long and talon like as one grabbed for the vine and the other hand went for the creature’s face and neck, clawing and shredding both vine and face.

He fell and was leaping off his bed, running down the stairs and for the door that, suddenly had boards on it. He began to rip them off, tear and shred at them. As his Obscurus came forward, every instinct to run, to break out.

He smashed through the door, the boards, everything to get outside. Which was far from what he remembered. The trees were mangled and had no leaves, dead from what it looks like. The sky was dark save for red lightning that streaked across. The particles were like dust.

Aurelius was not home, not safe. He was in Vecna’s world. And claws raked down his back when he was looking around. Pain shot through him as blood splattered out of the deep wounds that thankfully didn’t sever anything like his spinal cord or spine in general. Still he fell forward in pain, whimpering as his clothing was torn, deep gashes pulsing and adding to pain.

“Have you been touched by this world as well? You have powers that are not like the other world’s.”

He couldn’t answer even if he wanted to. His back was on fire. He looked to see dark blood dripping from those claws. Near black blood thanks to the Obscurus he guessed. He growled as he slowly forced himself to stand again, eyes glaring at him. “I may tell you when you take your last breaths.” He growled. And began to let out his Obscurus in a form he didn’t use before. Sharp talons on each finger, his body showing signs of the black smoke but never quite letting it out. If Vecna wanted to fight, than so it shall be.

There was mental powers against full forced dark and twisted power. Talon again claws, shredding. Vines grabbing and slamming the boy hard against the ground. Debris from both sides smashing against one another.

Rock hitting the black mass that shrugged it off. Aurelius becoming the Obscurus as it smashed against vine, rock, anything. The force behind Vecna tore parts off the Obscurus, causing it to roar in pain and rage. It’s host protected for the moment. But both sides may be knowing that they were near equal in their skills. The deciding factor was how long until one of their body’s succumbed by blows struck to hard or to deep.

Blood loss was coming from both sides. The Obscurial was fighting his damnedest to kill this monster, to stop him once and for all. It was all he could think about.

But blood loss and the poisoning of his Obscurus tired him. The Obscurus had grown to much, it was to powerful, and it was beginning to kill it’s host again. He coughed and spat out blood and black as Vecna once again was using the vines to grip and pull the boy’s limbs, spreading him out. Aurelius had cuts, bruises, gashes. As did Vecna, but he was not at all pleased by the boy that hurt him. The vines pulling the boy’s arms and legs, straining the muscles and bones. “If you were touched by this world, you would not have fought against your master.” He lost interest in this human with powers. Claws reach out, ready to cast his curse—

And Aurelius was pulled from it. His mind, body, whatever was snapped back into the other world. His bed, now stained a deep and dark red due to his injuries sustained. He was alone. No clock to chime, no monstrous man.

He used the last of his strength to apparate to the hospital. Collapsing at the entrance, bloody, bruised, broken. He looked like he was in a fight with some bear or something given how his wounds were. He was alive miraculously. One hell of a will to live if anything. He was worked on and made it through, but needed rest over questions for now.

#okay to reblog #aurelius dumbledore #credence barebone #eddie munson #vecna #stranger things #fantastic beasts #ao3 #fantastic beasts and where to find them

[thescrapbookingscientist]

Biweekly Media Roundup

- The Sandman (TV) - I suppose Sandman was a bit of a grower for me, as while I did enjoy my first watch quite a bit, it was only a few weeks later after engaging in some fan content and revisiting it that I really appreciated it. I standby that it’s not flawless but I was less bothered by expectations the second time around and was able to appreciate the cinematography and overall themes a lot more. Dream is a great character in both concept and portrayal, so easy to root for and simultaneously so fun to bully. I do really hope Netflix doesn’t screw it over and actually greenlights a season 2 soon, I’m really interested in seeing how the rest of the Endless are portrayed given how interesting the ones we got were. Anyway Episode 6 deserves all the awards, we love Death and Hob here.

- Do Revenge (Movie) - Honestly, I’m a bit disappointed with this one - I heard quite a bit of people hyping it up as a fun callback to 90′s and 00′s teen comedies, but I can’t say I found it particularly interesting or funny.  I wanted to like it- I was getting Jennifer’s Body vibes at first - but there were just too many extraneous characters, not enough comedy, and too little impactful or memorable moments overall. I don’t know, I don’t want to be too mean as I don’t think it was completely inept, there were some interesting costume designs and plot twists, but I can’t say I got much out of watching it or would ever be interested in seeing it again.

- Holes (Movie) - Yearly rewatch of Holes with my sister, man is this movie so good, just textbook clever writing in how well it ties everything together and makes every little detail meaningful. Also, what a unique concept and setting.

- Shadow’s House (Anime) - So we come to a close on Shadow’s House season 2 and man, do I hope the Japanese viewership was high enough to warrant a season 3 because this show is so underrated and underappreciated here in the west. I do kind of get why - the genre mixing of an engaging horror mystery and slower paced slice-of-life esque shenanigans make it hard to recommend to fans of one or the other, as the horror fans will likely find the occasional slow of pacing for interpersonal stuff annoying to the pace of the mystery while cutesy fans could definitely be turned off by some of the more horrific imagery and concepts. I don’t mind as much personally as I find both the characters and their relationships charming as well as the mystery and horror elements super well done, but even I felt the pacing drag a bit between each major revelation. It reminds me a lot of Princess Tutu - a genuinely great anime full of both whimsy and dark elements that is super creative in concept but quite hard to sell people on thanks to it’s child friendly slow buildup. I might wait a bit to see if a season 3 will be announced before reading the manga, but I absolutely will be returning to the series at some point, as I cannot stress enough how impressed I am with the concept and execution of the mystery and the slow reveal of the Shadow Family.

- Mob Psycho 100 (Anime) - Yup yup. Congrats to Reigen for sweeping all those twitter polls btw. The Tumblr Sexyman Poll will go down in history forever.

- Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (Anime) - They Yassified Dio. Also I know all Jojo outfits are ridiculous but seriously, wtf is pink boy wearing. 

- Star Trek: Lower Decks (TV) - Hey Lower Decks is back sweet! Still love the whole cast as well as just the concept of a show about the lives of the one-off/lower ranking background crew members rather than the higher ranking officers. The show can get pretty creative with it’s episode ideas and settings which I definitely appreciate, but to be honest I’ll never get tired of seeing the cast watch some crazy alien shit go down only to casually respond with “ugg not this shit again” and then cutting to them having to deal with the collateral after someone else fixed the issue. Not that the cast doesn’t get plenty of heroic  moments to shine, there’s just a great comedy in seeing them treat cursed mind controlling death masks and killer robot outbreaks with the same level of concern as a typical tax accountant filing a report. 

- Made in Abyss (Anime) - Okay we are 6 episodes into the 3rd season and it’s gotten a little better, more focus on lore and plot rather than. the other stuff it was doing. Hope it can stick to that so I don’t feel weird about watching it. 

- Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint (Webnovel) - Rather than binging this I’m slowly making my way through the audiobook. Honestly my attention kinda waned during a fairly early arc due to it’s reliance on the audience being familiar with korean history but now that that’s through it’s starting to get pretty engaging again. It will probably be awhile before I’m finished but I’m glad to have it.

Listening to: Right Where You Left Me by Taylor Swift, House of Memories by Panic! At The Disco, Know Your Name by Mary Lambert, Cut To The Feeling by Carly Rae Jepsen, Reprobate Romance by Blacklisted Me, The Bones by Maren Morris and Hozier, When He Sees Me by Kimiko Glenn, Unholy by Sam Smith, People Watching by Conan Gray, Meet Me In The Woods by Lord Huron

#weekly roundup #My posts #This is not actually late I pushed it back as I was on vacation #Honestly didn't consume mutch media in that time

[sleeping-on-cracking-ice]

can you please write an imagine for nigari?? he have a love/hate relationship with a girl where they throw shades to each other but they always have the other's back during games, and one day a guy flirts with her at the beach and he gets mad

I’d love to. Thanks for requesting! 😉

A Bullet Between The Eyes | Suguru Niragi

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character(s): Niragi (ft. OC’s)

Summary: Niragi and you have a bickering relationship with each other. One night a guy tries to buy you a drink, not noticing the psychotic man standing nearby.

Warning: a lot of swearing, smoking, violence, threatening

Word Count: 2.6k

*reader is female

Niragi gif credit

Music was blaring through the speakers at the highest volume possible and made your ears almost bleed. You swore you could feel the bass in your bones, shaking them against each other to the beat. You had become immune to the deafening dubstep music and the annoying yells of everyone in the large crowd. People were pushed up close and personal to one another, grinding against each other like a pack of horny animals. It made you sick.

You leant against the neon-lighted bar that was fixated about twenty metres from the dance floor. You watched as people pushed each other into the pool nearby as you took a large puff from your cigarette. You had never smoked before being thrown into this horrific world, but the stress and worry brought you to consider the damaging habit.

“Bunch of idiots,” you muttered angrily under your breath. “How the fuck are they having fun? Do they not realize their brutal fates are waiting to creep up on them?”

Your close friend Sara sat in the stool beside you. She glanced at you and then in the direction you were staring. “I mean, I guess that’s why they’re having fun. They only have such a short life ahead of them,” she responded, turning back to the bar and taking a swig of her drink.

“I mean to be honest Y/N, I’m surprised you’re not letting loose of your cold attitude and having fun,” Sara stated over her shoulder to you.

You broke your gaze from everyone else and looked at her from the side. “Why is that?” you asked, curious as to what she meant.

She looked at you and smirked. “Don’t play dumb. I’ve seen you,” she chuckled.

“Huh?”

“You and that militant. You’ve been getting awfully close to the psychopath. When did it all start?” she sneered.

You pulled a confused expression before realizing what she was referring to. “Oh you mean Niragi,” you said, “We just help each other out at games, it increases our chance of surviving.” You brushed off her accusation and took another puff of your cigarette.

“Sorry if I’m being nosy, but it’s just strange,” Sara assured. “In the months I’ve been here, I’ve never seen Niragi warm up to someone. He’s always remained the same unempathetic, abusive bastard that I’ve always known.”

You stared at her side profile, not being too sure what to say.

You wouldn’t say that you had a good relationship with Niragi, considering the fact that he really did know how to push your buttons. If anything he was your enemy. But for some reason when you two were placed into the same groups to complete a game, you work together and against the others.

It was like he completely changed his persona from a cold-hearted prick to an overly protective (still a prick) figure. It gave you whiplash at times.

You let out a small chuckle and smirked at Sara. “And how would working with Niragi make me want to go and dance more Sara?” you questioned, going back to the topic you started at.

Sara turned herself around fully and stared you down right in the eyes. “All I’m saying is, if you’re looking for a quick way to die, keep sticking around Niragi. You know how he is Y/N, and when he gets the chance, he’ll put a bullet between your eyes with that rifle of his.”

She stood up off her stool and strutted towards the pool with her drink in her hand, probably to have some fun herself, considering the games were beginning in the next couple of hours. No one knew which night would be their last.

Your eyes followed her figure as she walked away. “Huh, maybe she’s just jealous,” you muttered.

You turned around and leaned over the bar, asking the bartender to make you a drink. The blonde girl nodded and got to mixing it for you. You sat in the seat that Sara previously was and let out a big sigh. You honestly were getting tired of the constant parties every single night, it was starting to get old.

No matter how hard you tried to ignore it, your mind kept bringing you back to what Sara was saying about Niragi and you. Was it really getting that obvious? Were other people noticing?

The bartender slid the drink towards you and you thanked her. You lifted the cold drink to your lips and tipped your head back, taking a big amount into your body. You wanted to be at least slightly intoxicated when the games start. It always helped ease your anxiety.

As your head began to feel heavier and your limbs became a bit numb, you noticed that the usual warm chatter that surrounded the neon bar had dissolved, almost to silence. You were confused, whipping your head around to see the cause.

You felt your face drop into a scowl as you noticed the familiar face that you hated so much. Niragi’s black and white button up turned turquoise from the lighting, and his eyes which were a deep dark black as he peered around the bar looking for something. You locked eyes with the all too familiar rifle that hung on his shoulders effortlessly, obviously just there for show. 

You pointed that out to him one time which ended with your back against a hallway wall and the barrel of the rifle pressed harshly against your temple with Niragi’s disgusting spit in your eye. “You still think it’s for show?” he hissed.

He tried so desperately to get you to be scared of him at The Beach. Why in the hell did that brutal and bully personality of his fade at the games?

You swiveled back around in your seat, facing your back towards the frightening man.

‘Why can’t he just fuck off,’ you thought to yourself. ‘Why do I have to run into him everyday.’ It was becoming a bit suspicious, the amount of times you would catch Niragi around the corner of a room you’re in. He would always play it off as by chance but you’ve begun to think otherwise.

A hand slowly placed itself on your bare lower back and someone leaned in close to your ear. “Hey there sweetheart, I’ve been looking for you all night. A little birdie told me you would be here,” you heard Niragi purr into your ear.

You cringed at his sickening sweet tone and turned away from him. You could smell the slight tang of metallic blood on him. He’d probably ‘took care’ of someone some time earlier.

“What the fuck do you want Niragi,” you growled, not looking him in the eye. Niragi chuckled at your tone.

“That’s not a very nice hello. I thought you would’ve warmed up to me by now. You seem to put an awful lot of trust in me at games.”

He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and pinched your earlobe gently between his thumb and index finger. You rolled your eyes into the back of your head in annoyance and slapped his hand away from your face.

“Piss off. If you’ve come here just to get on my nerves then you can beat it.” you spat at him harshly. He seemed taken back by your bold movements.

“Are you sure you want to speak to me that way? I might just leave you to die if you’re rude enough to me.” he snickered, keeping that smug smirk on his face that made you want to bash him over the head.

“So be it then, at least when I’m dead I won’t have to deal with your annoying ass.” You stuffed the rest of your cigarette into a tray on the table and stood up out of your seat to face the tall man head on.

He towered over you, that annoying and insolent smile never leaving his tanned face. Just his face alone created a rage in you that was indescribable.

“I don’t need some psychotic man with a machine gun to protect me Niragi. I am fine on my own. If anything, I could beat your cocky ass with my bare hands alone.”

“Well you seem awfully confident. Keep that same attitude when I have you cornered during a game, you might have to prove yourself right in order to survive.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s however you want to take it sweetie. A threat or a head-start.”

You frowned up at the man, not knowing how to respond. You walked back to the seat and grabbed your jacket that hung off it. “Have fun by yourself you prick. Why don’t you choose a fucking personality and stop switching between the two. You give me bloody whiplash.” You spat down at his feet, narrowly missing his shoe and marched away from him towards the pool to look for Sara.

You didn’t want to put up with his bullshit that night. You weren’t in the mood to start a verbal war with him, especially in front of everyone.

You found Sara sitting on the edge of the pool. There weren’t a lot of people around her, as everyone was either at the bar or on the dance floor.

You placed your hand gently on her shoulder and sat down next to her with your feet in the heated pool. It was a kind of awkward silence for a few moments before Sara spoke up.

“Sorry about before, I shouldn’t have assumed anything,” she started, looking into your eyes. “I understand that it must be hard for you, being the object of a psychotic man’s desires.” She said empathetically.

You appreciated her concern, as there were times where you were honestly scared for your life around Niragi. He really wasn’t the best person to be around, but you had already known that before you got closer with him. You never thought he would become as annoying and insistent as he had.

“I’m just worried about you. He’s a manipulative and untrustworthy person and I would hate to come back from a game one day to see your body with a bullet through your head.”

You stared into the water thinking about Sara’s words. “I know, I would hate that as well. I don’t trust him like that Sara. I would never put my own life in his hands, because I know he would hurt me with no remorse whatsoever.”

You both sat in silence for a bit with Sara leaning her head onto your shoulder. You wanted to spend this nice time together before leaving, just in case anything was to happen.

“I better go,” she announced after a while. She stood up and placed her hand on the top of your head. “Good luck Y/N. Make sure you don’t die out there. If anyone can survive, it’s you.”

You smiled at her words and looked up at her. “You too Sara. Love you.”

She said it back and then trudged off into the direction of the entrance to the hotel.

You wanted to be alone with your thoughts for a bit, but that didn’t last long when a tipsy young man with brown hair decided to plop himself right next to you, a little too close to just be friendly.

“Hey love! You’re looking awfully gorgeous tonight,” he beamed, placing an arm around your shoulder. You were taken back by his boldness, not knowing how to react.

“Oh, thanks I guess? I mean I’m dressed the same as I always am,” you said trying to keep the conversation light.

“Hmm really? Well I guess you’re just always gorgeous then,” he giggled and leaned closer to you.

You started to panic a little bit. This boy was a bit too flirty for his own good.

“Hey! Do you want to maybe come get a drink with me at the bar?” he asked in a cheery tone. You looked at him in shock and shook your head quickly. “No it’s fine really! I just had one so I don’t feel like another.” you insisted, laughing awkwardly.

“No really it’s fine! Actually you know what, I’ll grab it for you. You just wait here and I’ll be back soon,” he said with a big smile on his face. It seemed very contradicting to his pushy behaviour.

You started to get annoyed. “Please, it’s fine. I was just about to leave anyway,” you lied.

The young man still pushed. You found it quite pathetic really. Was he really that desperate?

Before you could even say anything else, you suddenly saw the man fly sideways and land in the pool. Your mouth fell open in shock and you watched as he came back to the surface gasping for air. “What the fuck? Who was that?!” he yelled out frustratingly. Everyone around the pool had gone silent to see what the commotion was.

You looked back to the side of the pool to see none other than Niragi himself who had a proud smile on his face. “It was me you little bitch.” The young man’s eyes widened in fear.

“Are you sure you want to go flirting around with a militant’s woman? You might just be looking to get your head blown off!” Niragi cackled psychotically. “Go find your own toy to play with.”

Niragi aimed his rifle towards the man and everyone surrounding the pool panicked and ducked down. The man screamed in fear and started yelling to do anything that might spare his life.

“My deepest apologies Niragi! I didn’t know she was with you! I promise I’ll stay away from her from now on!”

You felt somewhat belittled. How dare he apologize to Niragi but not you. You were the one that got harassed.

Niragi let out a giggle and pulled the trigger of his rifle. The deafening sound rang in your ears and you watched as the bullet narrowly missed the young man’s head by an inch, creating a splash in the water next to him.

Niragi kneeled down with an evil smile on his face and harshly gripped the boy by his hair to lift him closer to his face. “If you ever touch her again, I won’t hesitate to put multiple bullets between those annoying ass eyes of yours. You understand?” He growled.

“Yes! I understand sir! I promise!” the boy cried desperately.

Niragi let go of his hair and watched as he swam to the left of him to scramble out of the pool and sprint away from him towards the dance floor. Probably to hide among other people so if Niragi changed his mind about sparing him he would be harder to find.

You breathed heavily in shock, not believing what you just witnessed.

“What the fuck was that?!” you yelled at Niragi. He looked down at you with an emotionless expression.

“Huh?”

“That was so over dramatic! Niragi I don’t know if you know this, but we’re not together! We’re not even friends! You can’t go around threatening anyone who lays eyes on me!”

Niragi rolled his eyes and kneeled down to get closer to your face. “Look, that idiotic boy was just trying to get into your pants. He didn’t want anything else from you. I just did you a favor, you should be thanking me!” he exclaimed.

You furrowed your eyebrows in annoyance. “I was very aware of that fact Niragi, but I had it under control!”

“Did you really Y/N? Because from the way you were shaking it didn’t seem like you did.”

You stared into his deep, evil eyes. For once, you actually felt small underneath his gaze.

“Whatever, I’m going back to my room.” You stood up from your position and scurried away from the scene. As much as you hated to admit it, you were partly grateful to Niragi from saving you from that situation. You would never admit it to him though. You just wish he didn’t do it with so much aggression.

“Would you like me to walk you back-”

“Niragi! Fuck off!”

Author’s Note: Sorry this one took a while anon. I really hope it’s what you wanted!

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[warriorsbutnotreally]

This Talk I've Been Putting Off Because I Have Hard Opinions On This And I Know It's Not A Fun One Cause I'm Calling Out A Lot Of Warriors Fanfiction - Discussion

so a while ago

people wanted me to talk about Warrior cats and birth defects [namely outward birth defects because people don't really write heart conditions and blood disorders into their fanfics] and a lot of them I deleted but I knew that I wanted to address it

because not only was it something that comes up here

but it comes up in fanfiction as well and it's something that I have a lot of strong opinions on because I strongly believe that a lot of this fandom doesn't know how to handle properly writing these things

I do not suffer from any birth defects, but if anyone who does / knows someone who does wants to add on, I'm more than welcoming the input!

these are just my personal feelings in the end

that being said

warning for the following;

talks about birth, deformities, ableism, and mistreatment

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this isn't going to be a pleasant conversation

and I will not be calling out any one person, as it's an issue persistent in a lot of the fandom and not just any one person who does this

but when it comes to birth defects and deformities, especially those that drastically change the appearance of a cat

the Warrors fandom can be very ableist when writing these characters

with prefixes ranging from Blood-, Twisted-, Lost-, etc. these names always feel like they're belittling the character for even being born. Their Clanmates often harass or look down at them to the point you wonder why they're even staying in the Clan.

it's not pleasant to read a character suffer for being born, especially if they're tossed to the side by their parents with no one else willing or wanting to help take care of them

it feels like straight up torture sometimes with how these characters are treated and I, personally, do not find it pleasant to read at all

I can understand not all cats would understand a cat born with a defect, but when it's constant attack on a disabled character - which, yes, birth defects are disabilities - it feels more painful than anything to have everyone in their life hold nothing but contempt for them

Janus cats especially become the target as they're often described, in the narrative of fanfics, as 'monsters' or 'creatures'

and sometimes it feels like the writers themselves sometimes forget that they're writing a character and not a punching bag for their fictional world because I've seen a lot of stories where the character with the birth defect has a hard time winning at life

and again, I'm not saying people can have this in their stories

but when it's the entire story and most of the cast that's just punching down on a character who was born with two legs or whatever the character has

it doesn't feel pleasant

and while a cat with a physical birth defect probably wouldn't always have everyone on their side, it feels gross to me when people just have nothing but abuse hurled at them

not to mention that a lot of people don't always research how a cat like this would live and turn it into torture p*rn of having them in constant pain, or hated by everyone, seen as a monsterous creature that should've never been born, etc.

and some birth defects to involve pain

I won't pretend they don't

but all writers ever seem to focus on is the suffering of the character in question

and idk about everyone else, but as someone with chronic intense pain, I don't find it fun to see disabled characters suffering at the hands [or paws] of everyone around them????

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I thought I'd be able to write more but this legit bothers me and making me feel irrationally upset

so tldr; please stop writing birth defects as an excuse to horrifically bully a character and also please do research into defects if you're going to use them

while I'm thinking about it, also stop turning characters with birth defects into monster allegories because that also isn't fun to read

#tw; birth defect #tw; ableism #tw; abuse #personal feelings #warriors #warrior cats #again not a specific call out #but more a general thing #and it bothers me #you're free to disagree #just don't try to turn it into a fight #cause i won't indulge

[ilikekidsshows]

can you talk about Adrien's relationship with Nino please?

YES I CAN!

(The moment Adrien realizes Nino loves him.)

The most important thing to consider about the relationship between Nino and Adrien is that Nino accepted Adrien when no one else would. On his first day at school, Adrien was instantly labelled “Chloé’s friend”, which is a tag that turns you into a social pariah. How often is Sabrina invited anywhere? Never to any place where Chloé isn’t also present, which implies it’s a whole class activity. People don’t want to to hang out with Chloé, so they don’t want to hang out with Chloé’s friends, either because they think Chloé’s friends must be as bad as her or because they don’t want that friend to invite Chloé too. Adrien almost ended up like Sabrina, emotionally reliant on Chloé because she’s the only social contact they’re allowed.

Nino is also the one who convinced Adrien to try to sort out the misunderstanding with Marinette. Adrien isn’t too used to standing up for himself, especially at the start of the story. Gabriel never accepts any excuses and rarely changes his mind, so Adrien rarely bothers trying explaining himself. If it hadn’t been for Nino’s encouragement, Adrien would have let Marinette think he was a bully. We only have Adrinette because of Nino.

Their relationship is not just about Nino being nice to the loner kid that one time, however. Nino repeatedly prioritizes Adrien in a way no other person in Adrien’s life does. In his father’s eyes, Adrien is second to both his work and supervillain schemes. Nathalie claims she cares for Adrien too, but she prioritizes Gabriel over Adrien. His bodyguard has been hired to look after him. Even Plagg sometimes has his own agenda and plans and doesn’t consider Adrien in them, like in ’Sandboy’ and ‘Kwamibuster’. Every single girl with a crush on Adrien prioritizes their idea of him over the actual him. But, to Nino, in many occasions in the show, Adrien is his first priority. In ‘Bubbler’, Nino was so dedicated to Adrien’s happiness, he even stuck to that goal with Hawk Moth trying to get him to steal the Miraculous and his fight with Ladybug and Cat Noir was more about them wrecking his plans of throwing a party for Adrien. Like, in terms of Character Alignments, Bubbler is strictly Chaotic Adrien.

Nino also prioritizes Adrien in ‘Simon Says’, where the first thing he says to Ladybug after assuring her he’s fine is to ask after Adrien. In fact, Nino’s insistence on them making sure Adrien is fine actually startles Adrien as Cat Noir enough that he decides to meet up with them as Adrien to make Nino feel better, despite it making it more difficult for him to turn back into Cat Noir, especially since Nino insists on trying to stick by Adrien through the entire debacle when Adrien’s dad is a target, just to make sure Adrien is fine.

Also, Nino is the few characters in the series to say they love someone in a way that came across as completely heartfelt and easy. Even if it happened in the overly melodramatic New York Special, Adrien’s and Nino’s casual closeness was presented in a very down-to-earth and believable manner. He touched Adrien’s face gently, and Adrien didn’t mind, and he told his girlfriend he loved Adrien.

And it’s not just Nino caring about Adrien one-sidedly. Adrien jumped at the chance to help out Nino in ‘Animan’, and we’ve seen that Nino has consistently been his phone’s background picture since season one episode ‘Copycat’. The smile on Adrien’s face when he’s with Nino is only matched by when he’s goofing off with Plagg in season three or when he’s playing with Kitty Section. Adrien is at his most relaxed around Nino, and Nino is at ease with him right back. This is why I’m convinced that Nino knows Adrien the best after Plagg. Adrien very rarely allows himself to joke around and goof off outside the mask, but with Nino, we saw him ribbing Nino in a friendly way all the way back in ‘Animan’.

I also think that, if he didn’t have to keep such a tight lid on his secret identity, Adrien would definitely tell Nino he’s Cat Noir. Nino seems to think Cat Noir is really cool, especially in ‘Horrificator’ and ‘Reflekta’, where he can barely contain his glee when he sees Cat Noir. Almost like he knows on some level Cat Noir is important to him. Then again, maybe Cat Noir reminds him of Adrien, with how open Adrien is about his goofier aspects with Nino.

And, since we’re on the topic of ‘Horrificator’, here’s a theory that might explain why Nino was such a Director-zilla in that episode when he’s usually so chill: maybe Adrien had told him that his mom was an actress and Nino wanted Adrien’s acting debut to go as well as possible. Almost like another character who goes into extremes for Adrien’s sake and who Nino was even mirrored with at the end of ‘Party Crasher’. “I did it for Adrien,” indeed.

In short: Nino is one of the few people who love Adrien completely unconditionally and consider Adrien as a top priority. In return, Nino is one of the few people Adrien allows himself to be completely open around. Their relationship is honest, loving and soothing for them both.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #nino lahiffe #adrien agreste #adrino #it's about their friendship but that's why they're so shippable #guess who finished writing their thesis I finally have time for meta again #popular #ml meta