#hence the... not actually participating in gym

[perpetual-fandom-brainrot]

If They Had Cat Nekos In CoD

Hear me out. Hear me out. This isn't cringe I promise just walk with me here.

It'd be an exclusive procedure specifically meant for combat, meant to enhance humans past what they're supposed to be to make them better fighters

Cats wouldn't be the only animal, they'd just be one of the main test animals because of how common cats are and how much knowledge we have of their anatomy as compared to like a bat or something

Only a few hundred people would get the opportunity to participate in the initial test phase, not based on rank or anything, just a few hundred soldiers all from different ranks and bases being tested with prosthetic animal ears and synthetic nerves to see how well they'd communicate with the original human nervous system

I imagine with the cat ears they'd find a way to reroute your normal hearing network, therefore making your original ears worthless as far as hearing goes, but I don't know the science-ey medical part of how that might work

You'd be temporarily relocated to a more specialized base with better supplies and higher trained personnel so they could track your recovery and any issues that might arise with it (hence how you would end up with a transfer to TF 141)

Everyone would just be staring at you when Price escorts you off the helicopter and onto the base to meet the team, but out of curiosity and astonishment (they had time to cope with the confusion because they were told you'd be coming a few weeks prior, nothing more than need-to-know ofc)

So pretty much they only knew that they were getting a new temporary team member who underwent an experimental prosthetic procedure

So yeah they are actually kind of confused because the whole cat ears and cat tail part never got clearly disclosed

I feel like Soap and Gaz would be the first two to really start asking you questions about it, like y'all would be out for lunch one day while the rest of the team was on a mission or just during other down time or something and they'd wonder how it works, if you can still hear out of your human ears, etc.

You'd answer all of them with the sweetest little smile on your face because no one has ever been so intensely curious about you before

But then you'd start getting insecure because you worry they're ONLY curious about you because of the cat ears and not because they're curious about you

So you'd go to Price about it, who would say to just give it a few weeks to wear off and they'd start treating you like normal, they're just curious

Oh you also can't really go on missions yet because you're technically on medical leave, you just need to stay around environments you're used to as a means of preventing hysteria and all the good shit that could come with surgery backfire (I think, again idk the science medical part of how that would work, but I imagine it could be a big issue so I'm putting it in)

And when Ghost comes back one day and sees Soap trying to pet your ears something in him just fucking snaps and he tells the sergeant to meet with him privately

And you don't understand what's going on AT ALL you're just worried you got Soap in trouble

So you go to Ghost the next day while you know he's by himself in the gym (you also sneak in a workout while you have the chance because you feel like Ghost isn't personally invested in you enough to tattle) and try to pry him for answers

But he just does his normal Ghost thing and ignores anything he doesn't want to answer, and when he feels like answering you feel like he's staring your soul down inside fucking out

And then you finally pry enough that he's irritated enough to tell you to shut up, that the sergeant has no business trying to get so close to you like that because you're still recovering from an intense medical procedure and he doesn't want Soap to fuck it up

But you low-key feel like it's an excuse so you just say something like "ooooookay" in this really doubtful tone, and Ghost is like "is there a problem?"

And then you remember oh shit this guy is actually above me in the chain of command I should shut up before I get in actual trouble here so you're just like "No issues here Lieutenant" before going back to your workout

And it doesn't take long after that for the silence to start feeling deadly, like it's choking you and wringing you out little by little, so you leave

And Ghost practically ignores your existence after that if he doesn't have to acknowledge you for a mandatory reason

But Soap doesn't leave you alone because he's still curious about the cat ears (I imagine at this point the rest of TF 141 has had their initial amazement wear off, but Soap can just never quite wrap his head around it)

And the curiosity ends up having you and Soap as friends but like out of the corner of your eye you always see Ghost staring you the fuck down when you're in the same room together even if Soap isn't there, but when Soap is there it's terrible

And you try to ask Soap if he knows what's up one day when you know Ghost won't be around any time soon for some reason or other and Soap just shrugs and says "L.T's always tense. Always up to high doh 'bout something, never really lets himself relax."

But there's this little glint in Soap's eyes like he knows something that he can't quite tell you properly so you just nod and go with it

And then you eventually start going on missions with TF 141

On your first mission you're still kind of wobbly because you didn't get much time to train but you pull and push through

And on like your third mission you actually save Soap's life and you notice Ghost doesn't stare at you with as much hatred after that and you start trying to put pieces together like "okay so they're close"

And then in Las Almas when you meet Alejandro and Rudy they just blink at the cat ears and tail but don't really say anything else about it and you're like "okay they're chill I like them"

You're there when the air in the car freezes from Ghost's stare in the mirror at the mask comment, you're there when Soap has to go in and get interrogated, you're there when Graves betrays the team, and when the three of you end up on the run together Ghost and Soap realize exactly how useful the cat attributes you gained from the surgery are

Your TF 141 callsign is something cat-themed because pun opportunity (haven't decided exactly what)

But anyway after almost dying together and escaping the town and getting to the safehouse you realize how much closer Soap and Ghost seem to be because it's just right in front of you. Like even when you were in the town over comms (you didn't insert much aside from occasional location updates) you heard how unusually playful Ghost was with Soap when he usually despises jokes (he would cringe every time he had to call you by your callsign for the first few weeks and I will die on that headcanon hill)

So now that the three of you are finally alone you ask what the deal is and make it firm you won't let up until they give you the truth

And Ghost tries to say they don't have time for this but Soap stops him like "a nod's as guid as a wink to a blind horse" and Ghost just glares at him and doesn't have to say anything and Soap sighs and is like "hiding it isn't going to help us anymore, she knows L.T"

And that's how you find out Ghost and Soap are dating

You swear not to tell another soul and Ghost is just his usual violent self "Won't be a slow job if I find you tried" and Soap just elbows him

But the air is actually a lot lighter after that and the three of you actually manage to have some quick laughs together

And you're like actually so relieved that your Lieutenant doesn't hate you and that he was just being an overprotective bf

After you get back to base after that mission the three of you actually end up spending a lot more time together because Ghost and Soap like finally having a friend they can be open about their relationship with and not be scared to lose their jobs

Hey! If you read all the way through this, go check out Chapter 1

#call of duty #authors #imagines #reading #romance #simon ghost riley #ghost #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish #soap cod #soap mw2 #ghost x soap #johnny mactavish #cod #mw2 #soapghost #141 #task force 141 #tf 141 #ghoap x reader #ghoap #ghoap fic #ghoap au #johnny soap mactavish #simon riley #x reader #reader insert #imagine #fandom #fanfic

[aggravateddurian]

WIP Wednesday (but it's Thursday in Australia)

Hey folks, I've been tagged by @theviridianbunny @jaymber and @wanderingaldecaldo. I'm busy with work (we have an event tomorrow) so apologies for this arriving on Thursday.

CHORUS DEVELOPMENT

It should surprise absolutely nobody that my current obsession is developing Vega's personality and some stuff about her interests, her likes and dislikes, and differentiating her from Johnny.

As Vega's personality develops, she has been experimenting with adopting parts of V's look, hence the makeup and the haircut. She's not sure if she likes it yet. She might ditch the shaved lines.

Vega doesn't smoke (this annoys Johnny) and she doesn't drink (this annoys Johnny even more) and she's not good at walking in high heels (this has implications on a future story).

This is Val's 'gym' outfit by the way, for when she goes on her morning 5-mile run (the subject of an upcoming photo story).

UPCOMING PHOTO STORIES/VP

Some excerpts from upcoming sets/photo stories:

Vega goes for a five-mile run every morning. Her route occasionally takes her past the spaceport. Johnny makes it a point to complain about Vega's regimented commitment to personal fitness every morning.

In another upcoming story, So Mi pulls strings and gets herself and Vega into a snooty high society corpo party in Charter Hill. This one's going to be a big one and will have a whole story associated with it, because it will be the first time Vega, So Mi, Judy and Stel will be in the same room as each other.

So Mi and Vega are attending the party at the behest of the Mayor, Jefferson Peralez, who is actually setting them up to meet an important associate of his to help him with a special task. Stel and Judy are on a mission to meet a Night Corp representative who has details on a secret initiative by Night Corp to seize control of the city.

Their paths will intersect. At this point in the story, Judy has never met Songbird, and Stel has never met Vega. This should be fun...

With no pressure attached, I will tag: @medtech-mara @genocidalfetus and @themermaidriot. Feel free to participate, if you haven't already.

#wip wednesday #wip whenever #blog update

[taeyamayang]

previously on FMY / NAVIGATION

A KEEN EYE FOR THE POPULAR KID

six years ago

you are used to be being invisible, well, not entirely unseen and isolated but perhaps someone insignificant. it may sound a bit depressing but it's the truth and honestly you don't mind. you have your own circles. they're unproblematic and would rather stray from the difficult world of youngsters. they are enough to keep your high school days bearable; you couldn't wish for more.

actually, there is something you wish you can do before you finally leave the walls of your alma mater and your friends hope for the same thing for youㅡto come out of your shell.

your friends have always been your greatest supporters. they believe in your capabilities and talents and to them there is nothing more that could make them happier than seeing their friend bloom in a way they deserve.

hence, when the auditions for the charity theater to be held in school opened, with one of your closest knit as the producer of the play, your friends won't take "no" for an answer.

"you have to at least try." one would say.

"but try with the mindset of taking a spot on stage." the other specifies.

their words of encouragement seemed to work as when the day finally arrives, you did quite well. today, rumors has it that the heads are giving out love letters. these are letters contain the results of the auditions.

it isn't the ideal time and location to open the letter given to you as you are sitting amongst your classmates next to the gym. today is the second day of the sports event. as you have taken a chance to take a part in the play, you also upped your game in your "coming out of your shell" project by taking the lead as the captain of the relay team. take the lead? scratch that. it's not like you volunteered. you were forced by your classmates to agree on taking the responsibility. they pawned you as their captain and your bad habit of not saying no leads you here.

well, at least this helps you build your self-confidence, you thought.

hence, here you are, sitting with class 1-A with faces whom you have never considered as friends; among them are a few who belong to your group of friends. in your hands is the love letter from the production team. your classmates are ogling at the paper in your hands, eager to know the fruit of your secret practices. they watch your trembling digits rip the envelop.

"congratulations on passing the auditions! we would like to meet with yo-" you were immediately cut off when your friends suddenly cheered in delight.

"i knew you'd make it!" your friend shakes you by your shoulders.

"we finally have one talented friend in our group. now, we don't suck as much." the other dramatically and sarcastically announces.

but an all too familiar voice from a person whom you would rather forget joins in. without a warning, his body collides with you. his arms draped over your shoulder and his face too close to your liking.

"we both made it." his smile sends buckets of cold water over your head.

huh?

"Ryuusei..." you managed to utter his name.

"Ryuusei? call me Rei! it's not like we're strangers, aren't we?" he winks and it takes great strength in you to keep your composure and not push him away. you don’t want to make a scene especially not in front of some of his friends.

“i thought you’re going for the creatives team?” you keep a fair distance by turning your face slightly to the side. 

“i changed my mind. i’m also one of the casts now just like you. we’re going to work together.” your stomach twists in a manner similar to when he last held you.

a couple of hurried steps save you from your position. it appears to be one of your classmates who had finished a match they participated in. 

“you’re on the next game, (y/n).” the quick save from them manages you to untangle his arms around your neck. 

“i need to go.” you push yourself up from the ground. you swallow thickly, glancing at him for the last time. “congrats.” you half heartedly say before running towards the lawn.

after the incident with ryuusei and as you wait for the next match, you read the details typed on the congratulatory love letter. the first meeting is set this afternoon at the multipurpose hall of your school. learning about ryuusei being part of the cast washes off the bubbling excitement you had when you first learned about being part of the cast. now, you’re just worried about bumping into him and his peers and feeling left out in a swarm of new faces. 

---

the time has come and you’re on your way to the hall. all expectations are lowered and your mindset is set to getting this over with. you made scheme to stand in the farthest corner of the backstage (the exact location of the meeting) where ryuusei would least likely to stand. 

he loves being the center of attention, making scenes or befriending every soul in the room as if he’s marking his name on everyone’s mind. he wasn’t like this before, at least not how you used to perceive him. he was special to you but you have come to realize that some people change for the worse when they get wind by the fact that you treat them special. 

“is this the meeting for the play?” a man next to you snaps you from your thoughts.

“yes.” you respond as you tilt your head up to gaze at him.

he’s tall, built like someone who looks after their physical look. he is clad in a purple shirt and a pair of jersey shorts. the color of his shirt lets you know that he does not belong to class A of any level. his face hints a mellow and kind personality but with the way his brow twitches up as his eyes scan the script in his hand gives off mischief. 

you have not seen him before although it’s not like you know everyone in school.

“are you a cast?” you ask. the room gradually gets louder as more students come in. 

“yes.” he says without turning his head .

“a lead role?” you inquire further.

“no, no. i’m too shy for that.” he finally turns to look at you. your eyes instantly locks with a pair of deep blue and gray like a galaxy stirred into his orbs. he looks pretty and it’s probably the reason why you unguardedly asked about being one of the leads. 

“i’m (y/n) and yours?” a smile adorns your face, a complete opposite from his. he blinks at you twice, or thrice, like he is beyond confused of what you said. 

“your name?” you repeat your question, asking in a slower tone. he seemed to realize the face he was showing as he immediately shakes his head.

“oh, uh, yeah, right. right, my name.” he stammers. is he really shy? it wasn’t a joke?, you think to yourself. and when you thought you’re the most reserved person here, you meet this pretty boy. 

“Miya Osamu.” he smiles.

“Miya.” you feel the syllables of his name on your tongue. “I’m looking forward to working with you, Miya.” 

as if you have done something extraordinary again, the boy, Miya, rounds his eyes at you.

“y-you don’t know m-” he stops mid sentence when he notices that you’re naive. he puffs out air, amused with whatever he had realized. nonetheless, a teeth showing grin stretches across his face, a more genuine one in comparison to the prior. “nevermind. it’s nice to meet you, (y/n).”

the backstage is crammed with people, casts, production, committees, and heads. on top of that are the props covered in dust that takes up majority of the space. as your eyes darts from one unfamiliar face to the other, your vision catches a person you dread to see and tailed with him is his peers. 

way to make it worse. 

“here they are.” you impassively say, huffing out air in frustration. for a moment, you forgot about the boy within earshot.

“who?” he asks. 

“hm, how do i say it.” you bite on the insides of your cheeks as you fish for the right words to describe them, eyes still on the back of ryuusei. “ah, the popular kids.” 

“popular kids?” osamu lowers the script to focus on you. 

“yeah, the reason why gerard way and others wrote the song teenager.”

“is that a ‘my chemical romance’ reference?” a soft chuckle escapes from his lips. 

“sure, call me emo or whatever you want.” you curl your lips at him, eyes expressionless as ever as he finally breaks into a laugh.

“no, you got the wrong idea. i listen to them it’s just that i find your reference funny. that’s all.” 

“but it’s the truth.” you turn to stare at ryuusei enjoying the attention of strangers. so typical of him.

“sounds like you have grudges.” osamu follows your eyes. 

“i have valid reasons.” you counter.

a person behind him came rushing in therefore accidentally bumping into his shoulder. the girl apologizes to him and instead of looking at her like a normal person would, osamu turns his head to the other direction as he hides his face from her before gesturing that “it’s fine”. you find it odd at first but reasoned out that maybe he’s just shy, as he claims to be. 

“you can mingle with them if you want because i’d rather not, just letting you know that i won’t take a single step from my spot.” at least not until ryuusei is gone. you don’t have the energy to deal with him again. once a day is enough.

“you hate popular kids that much?”

“oh, you bet.” you click your tongue at him as if it emphasizes your point. osamu smiles but the corners of his lips did not meet with his eyes. 

“i’ll stay here with you.” he says. 

continue reading

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #hq miya osamu #miya osamu #osamu miya x y/n #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya fluff #osamu fluff #osamu x reader #hq osamu #osamu angst #hq fics #hq oneshots #hq imagine #hq romance #osamu x y/n #osamu imagine #hq x y/n #hq fluff #hq angst #pea.writes

[moved-to-void-kissed]

Adriana's Pokémon

..I may or may not have put far too much thought into the various Pokémon that my self-insert Adri obtains throughout her journey in Reborn, and then also came up with no less than four theme teams that she could use in Arclight's nightclub. So I wanted to share them here as well!

Since there are quite a few different teams here, I've decided to put the list under a readmore, and I want to stress that these are purely out of attachment to the Pokémon in question rather than any sort of actual competitive viability (as will probably be evident when you look at the teams, hehe). The Pokémon are listed in canonical order of acquisition for the two journey teams, but not in any particular order for the other teams.

Kalos journey team: Lumi (Shiny Pumpkaboo), Regalia (Aegislash), Spectre (Gengar), Calcifer (Chandelure), Anima (Rotom), Rowan (Trevenant). Spectre can Mega-Evolve. This is the team that Adri uses during her first journey as a Pokémon Trainer, before she comes to Reborn. Lumi is Adriana's partner Pokémon, and she is a companion Pokémon who does not participate in battles, so Regalia technically functions as her starter from a battling perspective since it was the first Pokémon she had been given by her parents to start off her journey.

Reborn journey team: Echo (Mimikyu), Drifter (Drifblim), Willow (Aevian Mismagius), Sidera (Gothitelle), Prince Kai (Jellicent), Argent (Reborn-Shiny Silvally), Soulfire (Chandelure), Gemstone (Sableye), Lady (Reborn-Shiny Froslass), Corybantia (Aegislash), Amethyst (Reborn-Shiny Mismagius), Selene (Reborn-Shiny Cresselia), Phantom (Marshadow), Nightmare (Reborn-Shiny Darkrai), Galea (Reborn-Shiny Giratina). Argent holds the Ghost Memory, and Gemstone can Mega-Evolve. You might notice that this "team" has a) way more than six Pokémon and b) is listed in order of acquisition when you can't normally get Aevian Misdreavus or Mimikyu until later in the game than I've listed them. To the first point, these are all the Pokémon that Adri canonically obtains during her journey - though she gifts Sidera to Luna - and some are kind of needed for progression (Drifter to fly, Prince Kai to surf and dive, etc.); the team of six that she actually completes the main game with are Echo, Argent, Soulfire, Gemstone, Lady, and Corybantia, with Phantom and Galea then swapping in to her battling team during the postgame. To the second point.. I figured that it was reasonable for the Pokémon that I've moved to show up before the first gym (in Seacrest's garden and hanging around the city for Willow and Echo respectively), and it makes attempting to run a "canon team playthrough" of the actual game way more viable.

Gym Leader team: Lady (Reborn-Shiny Froslass), Echo (Mimikyu), Soulfire (Chandelure), Gemstone (Sableye), Corybantia (Aegislash), Amethyst (Reborn-Shiny Mismagius). As the name implies, this is the team Adriana uses once she becomes the Reborn League's Ghost-type Gym Leader; her "ace" Pokémon in terms of levels is technically Amethyst. She chooses to take her battles in Iolia Valley rather than in the Abandoned Power Plant as Shade had, so this team would be fought on the Dark Crystal Cavern field if it existed in-game.

Themed teams:

Kalosian Noble - Parfum (Aromatisse), Jacaranda (Trevenant), Corybantia (Aegislash), Mona (Crystal Aegislash), Diamantaire (Diancie), Lethe (Yveltal). Diamantaire can and will Mega-Evolve. This team would be fought on the Fairy Tale Field, if fields are enabled. It is themed around Adriana's origins as the daughter of a noble family in Kalos and the fact she was originally supposed to have become one of Valerie's Gym Trainers if she hadn't instead found her Shiny Pumpkaboo, hence why all the Pokémon originate from Kalos (except for Mona being a Reborn-exclusive altform) and most of them are Fairy-type. (Yes, Mona is named after the god-slaying sword from another game series that you might be suspecting her to be.)

Second Timeline - Arcan (Delphox), Rosalyne (Roserade), Sapphire (Reborn-Shiny Ampharos), Kelaino (Honchkrow), Argent (Reborn-Shiny Silvally), Corybantia (Aegislash). Argent holds the Ice Memory, and Sapphire can and will probably Mega-Evolve. This team would be fought on the Factory Field, if fields are enabled, though Adriana has multiple ways of changing the field in her team (such as Sapphire's Discharge or Rosalyne's Grassy Terrain), so that could very easily change mid-battle. It is supposed to represent the team that I myself used to beat the game for the first time, which is therefore the team Adri canonically used in the previous timeline where she was the chosen protagonist.

Galea's Chosen - Maelstrom (Reborn-Shiny Altaria), Phantom (Marshadow), Corybantia (Aegislash), Argent (Reborn-Shiny Silvally), Nightmare (Reborn-Shiny Darkrai), Galea (Reborn-Shiny Giratina). Argent holds the Dragon Memory, and Maelstrom can and will Mega-Evolve. This team would be fought on the New World field, if fields are enabled. It is probably the strongest of Adriana's teams considering the field (which can't be overwritten!) and how many legendaries are in it, which makes sense considering it is supposed to reflect her having been chosen by a Giratina.

Void-kissed - Alatus (Absol), Amethyst (Reborn-Shiny Mismagius), Sidera (Gothitelle), Luna (Umbreon), Phantom (Marshadow), Nightmare (Reborn-Shiny Darkrai). Alatus can and will Mega-Evolve. This team would be fought on the Dark Crystal Cavern field, if fields are enabled. It is supposed to demonstrate Adriana's connection to Luna, since she also has an Absol and Umbreon of her own (named White Rabbit and Cheshire respectively), Luna is associated with Darkrai (albeit probably not necessarily its Shiny, as well as Cresselia) while Adriana is associated with Marshadow (as well as Giratina), and Adriana gave her Gothitelle (Sidera) to Luna while Luna then caught a Reborn-Shiny Mismagius (Amethyst) and decided to give it to Adriana.

And that's all the teams I've come up with so far! Thank you so much to everyone who has read to this point! It really means a lot ^-^

#a call from the void #lore info #I don't know if i've used that tag before but I will now. just for the sake of finding this later. not really sure what else to call it =P #this post is okay to reblog! #selfship #selfshipping #heart of the void #the main focus is of course on #self-insert: soul-touched (adriana) #adriana's pokémon #but also there is a bit of #selfship: void-kissed (luna/adriana) #because of one of my teams kind of being luna-themed ^-^ #no you're not getting movesets because I think that would take literally forever #and only second timeline technically has them anyway since that is just my old playthrough team lifted straight from the game #at first glance it may not make sense for an aevian regional form to be in reborn because I don't think reborn is near aevium #but a visiting trainer could well have accidentally left it there right? it is in the game after all #yes I know I have a lot of shinies but it is not my fault that reborn has so many amazing custom shiny sprites that I adore #and besides the shiny chance in that game is way higher than normal anyway so it's fine #ahh i've been working on this all day haha

[helpimsleepdeprived]

the third space

Today it randomly dawned on me that I am slowly approaching the loss of my third space, my university. Firstly however, in the classical definition of the "third space", education or university might be considered as a second place, adjacent to work but I argue that depending on the perspective of the individual, education can provide a physical third space for social and recreational activities but also I suggest that if you think of learning and education as an activity in and of itself rather than a necessity or job, then the third space is implicitly created whenever you engage in the environment, not matter the context. This idea also feeds into the larger sentiment that education is a privilege and should not be devalued or dismissed in our current socio-political context where critical thought seems to be most times, an afterthought.

I will need to make an effort to replace it, as without it my sense of place is severely compressed and I fear that I could easily fall into a trap of placing my third space within the first place, the home. Being so chronically online, it would be so simple to as well, as many third places are arguably adapted into the online world, hence our tumblr personas, mutuals and tags of communities. But in the face of an epidemic of loneliness, only compounded by the aftermath of covid isolation and brining the outside in (think at home gyms, home theatres, even at-home barista made coffee), it would be harmful to solely rely on a digital third space, unable to physical anchor ourselves to any person, place or time.

Although finding a third place may seem daunting, once found, it does not require much effort nor participation as the physical action of being in a place can create connection both to the environment and those within it (think the regulars at the pub, or the barista knowing your coffee order).

Very brief and shallow discussion of third spaces, but I felt that I just needed to process that thought, otherwise the mere idea that I am one day actually going to finish university and move on from this chapter of my life would've sent me into a spiral :)

[marlasomething]

(my) Mag a Week: Grasping Love

Hello there!

I am participating in the "a mag a day" idea by @a-mag-a-day  which is BRILLIANT and I decided to do "statement a week", rolling dice with the characters and fears that were ftw that week in the episodes I have listened.

For today I rolled Archivist!Admiral (so...I turned him into a human being!) and The Corruption (Eps. 81-84).

As usual, please do forgive my quick tipper and non-native speaker mistakes, Marla

Allons-y!

CW: mentions of murder and maming, emotional manipulation, self-denial, toxic relationships, possession (kind of, you know Jonah Magna)

Also on AO3!

Statement of Nathalie Alfred, regarding why she cut off her boyfriend’s fingers and toes before burning him alive.  

Recorded by Admiral Barker-Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

 Statement begins.

 Elton was always a bit of a  rara avis . He was extremely opened about his feelings except when they were about whoever he was directly talking to. For him, this was the ultimate strategy to be liked by anyone, even  loved : you were honest, but you didn’t offend people and, just like that, everybody is happy.

I used to find all this rather annoying, then, as I realised I was falling for the idiot, endearing and, once I was completely taken by him, annoying once again. In all earnest, I couldn’t differ more from Elton’s point of view: as I see it, the more you know the  cons  of your partner, the more likely you are to truly, deeply realise how much you love them. Imperfection is quite attractive, both physical and sentimentally, if you ask me.

However, as much as it bothered me, I couldn’t say I wasn’t glad he had taken the  coward  approach to most of his personal relationships, since he could have some… controversial  takes on already heated discourses and, obviously, I didn’t want my very first serious relationship to end on me standing over a literal hearse.

That is why I was so deeply scared the day he came in with the biggest grin ever and told me he had very politely asked the xenophobic cashier of the fruit shop right opposite our side of the street to “Fuck Off!”  when he had made the umpteenth joke about the Holocaust while still attending a usual client that, for her expression, Elton deduced wasn’t exactly comfortable with the situation.

I froze in place, remembering how the shop attender was built as if he were a weight-lifting gym teacher instead of a food seller. How wasn’t that stupid man I chose to love not in shambles, more bruise than person?

Curious, I reached for his face and he…took a step away from me. This didn’t surprise me, though, since he had certain boundaries with physical contact, even with me and our closest friends (with his family even more, but that is not the topic of this story, though it could help to understand why he ended as he ended…I think, it is not as if I actually knew why he ended up the way he did). However, he had always appreciated a tender caress on his cheek, so the whole scene didn’t make much sense to me.

Still, I decided not to show my bewilderment, as I was still too worried about his general well-being for starting a proper questioning. Hence, I barely asked if he was alright and he just nodded and said that the man had  sensed  the right thing in the end.

The wording was bizarre at the very least and straight-up worrying come to think about it in more depth even in the slightest. However, I chose not to dig in more. I must admit, I had been working the night shift (I am a nurse in this dire age of absolute Health Care chaos) and my absolute exhaustion outrun any other sentiment or line of thought.

Without even trying to touch him (I was being selfish, for I knew if I did, he could step back again and, then, I wouldn’t be letting it go away that easily and  I needed sleep ) I told him good night-morning and went to bed.

I would have sworn that, as I felt asleep, I heard a chorus of swirling noises coming from the very exact spot Elton had been the previous standing.

I chose, once again in that very unfortunate day, to ignore it and just felt asleep. The last good night sleep I would get in a very,  very  long time. Actually; up to this very date.

 I don’t remember much about the dream itself; just that Elton was on it, trying once again to learn to play the bloody violin on his own and, though he was as terrible as he would ever manage to be, I liked it . I liked the awful sound, the screeching he was clearly enjoying a bit too much. Underneath the skin on my skull I could feel an animated mass moving and making me giggle as it carved into all my tissues.

I woke up sweating, trying to clear out the context in which the actions of my dream had occurred…and came out empty of my own mind. I looked next to me peacefully, but wanting to get up as soon as possible (it was my free day, so I could woke up as late as I could and 9 AM was already pretty late for me)…just to find Elton’s side empty.

He had been sleeping in the leaving room and, our cat…our cat was eating his cheek. I screamed, the animal hissed at me in an almost human manner and run away not without dedicating an extra second to look aggressively between the two of us, almost as if she was…I don’t know how to put it in a precise way…I have the term but…A jealous ex?

Yes, that will do.

I started babbling with disbelieve of what I’ve just witnessed but, clearly in pain, Elton just shrugged and said he didn’t know that was  how cats would react  and that I shouldn’t worry, that he knew a very nice, very proficient plastic surgeon with a side-degree on zoonosis (I guess that is not a real thing, just a figurative speech) that could help him in no time and for absolute no money.

I was suspicious, but also staring directly at the chewed, slightly swelling, completely bloody meat of what had been his cheek, so I just told him there was no way he was going alone. I was driving.

As non-confrontational as always, he just nodded and allowed me to pick the driver’s seat. Somehow, I got that pretty clear: he was  allowing me  to be the one driving the car, even if he didn’t realise himself.

 The thing is, Elton worked as a lawyer of shorts for the BBC, covering all the dingy things a big corporation of cinema and television (and podcasts, but most people tend to forget about that bit) usually has to cover, so his salary wasn’t precisely bad (much better than mine, Miss Top-Of-Her-Cooking-Studies-Currently-Working-At-A-Five-Guys-Because-I-Look-A-Bit-Too-Exoctic-For-More-Important-Kitchens) and he did have a rather good relationship with quite a few plastic surgeons but…for the  way he was speaking, whoever we were going to see was going to operate him in the spot, revise if he had been infected by the goddam psychotic animal and charge him next to nothing.

If I hadn’t been so worried about his well-being, I would have tied him up or something and threat with not letting him go until he explained what on fucking Earth was going on.

Instead, I just stayed put on the car while I saw him enter the most expensive private clinic in the whole London Area. I felt a shiver coming to me: there was something terribly wrong going on and I couldn’t put my finger on it.

Ha, good pun there Nathalie…

 When he came back, a few hours later, his face was covered in bandages and, as he approached the vehicle, Unlikely Chance attacked and my assholish first boyfriend appeared and, as every time he saw me, tried to convince me of how we should absolutely get back together.

He was literally  yelling  through the locked door and I began to feel a very familiar fear I thought would never came back to me. Outside, idiotic, brave Elton saw everything and started to call for the other man. He turned, and was going to punch him right in the wounded part of his face (so original) when…Elton  touched him with one finger and, after muttering some words I couldn’t make out from inside the car, he exchanged a couple of smiles with my stalker and he walked away.

This time, I didn’t hold back the moment I unlocked the doors so he could enter, asking with my most serious voice what the fuck was going on. He, in the most absolutely nonchalant voice imaginable, told me that he had solved the  people-not-getting-along  problem our society had. He held a hand in front of his face and pointed at a bundle of thin protuberances that could be seen twisting under his skin.

“ They help people being more receptive to whatever I say. I won’t need to be scared about what I say anymore ” he smiled and I gulped before asking why then he refused to touch me if this was such a brilliant idea (idea that, days before, I would have refuse to believe and just take the man to a clinic where he could get proper mental help). He just shrugged and said that I was too special to be…he suddenly realised he was about to saw “ to contro l” and became horrified of himself for a second.

A second that I used to get off the car, promising myself to never, ever, come back to him. He could have my things; I could manage on my own. At least, that is what I thought would happen in the mist of the panic attack I was having.

And when I still had my own agenda.

 Two months went by and, as much as I missed Elton, I had already got used to my new single life, being a complete expert as I have always been when it came to dodge uncomfortable questions. Sometimes, I saw someone a bit too complacent and immediately wondered whether that particular individual had crossed paths with my now ex, another  person like him  or was just acting according to an especially docile nature. Most of those times, the hint of under-the-skin thin protuberances that just couldn’t stop moving corroborated my dreadful first instinct.

Then, half into the third month of my  New Life (sort of speak), he appeared at my door and, when I took one step back, he made sure I noticed he was wearing thick construction globes, so I let him in.

He looked healthy, a bit chubbier than I remembered, hair better brushed than when he lived with me and his skin less pale; but, for the rest, the very same man.

Well, there was the detail of the occasional worm-like form crawling underneath his skin but, luckily enough, they mostly chose the part of his face that had been reconstructed and still a bit constricted, so they were less noticeable (now that I come to think about it…was that actually a good thing?).

He was nervous, more nervous that I had ever seen him before, and we were literary born in the same hospital within days of difference. He tried speaking, but he just emitted a screech more expected of a crow than a human, so I told him to sit down  without getting too comfortable while I went for a glass of water.

As stupid as it was, I still cared for him. I still do; as much that I know that I shouldn’t.

 I came back with his glass of water and, as he drank, he explained to me that the people he  helped  (I had to remind myself the mere touch of his skin was an actual real-life version of  Invasion of the Body Snatcher  not to choke him when he dared to declare he had helped people with his  powers ), they weren’t like him. They were just…some sort of vessels that, after a few days, got consumed by the worms he passed on to them (he made a pause, as if I were supposed to be surprised by the final confirmation that the bloody thing beneath his skin were some sort of cursed evil worms). Therefore, he had decided that, as much as he would like to spread his good intentions all around the Globe, he ought to be stopped and…he didn’t believe in himself to do it. He liked the feeling far too much. He had come to ask for my help stopping it, my help  killing him .

I began laughing, hysterically. Even he, at some level, had begun to recognise how fucked up this whole thing was. Fucked up enough to come to his ex-girlfriend and ask her to commit  murder upon him.

No-Fucking-Way.

I was about to stand up and show him the door when he held my arm with one of his hands.

A hand he had hidden underneath the table while I went for his bloody glass of water. Only then I realised the other globe was on the table. Right where I was sitting and I didn’t even notice it…

 I did what I had to with pleasure, even if it wasn’t my pleasure exactly: cutting his toes and fingers and burn him while he still breathed. Apparently, this was the only way the worms won’t be able to find a new host.

The people already infected? The charm would be gone but Death was still a certainty.

This are my last words, I just hope I manage to properly control the fire inside my house, I do really want you to have this, in case it happens again, perhaps you can…inform the authorities of something?

I don’t really know, just as I know I don’t trust Elton actually knew how to end with this plague he had spread all on his own.

Let’s burn.

  Statement ends.

  Well, with what I know plus what I could make out of my father’s notes about The Corruption…she did the right thing. As hard as that is…Doing the right, hard thing…What a concept, right?  

Anyways, this was all on the news  and many parasitic sensationalistic shows; including the weird plague of a worm-like parasite that killed of his victims only after they had been acting rather off (but kindly) for a few days.

In other news: since we have managed to make sure this room is out of Jonah’s ears…we have the Leitner, the one that, probably, will help us stop The Watcher’s Crown.  Funny how it was with some stuff my great-grandmother threw away so many years ago…  

It is going to be hard, killing a man embodying my mother while he tries to use how little is left from my father as a catalyser for some fucked-up Apocalypse…I haven’t  even met my parents  together , as a couple, but they have always been friends and using them as puppets in this  game is just beyond twisted.

Of course, I have Melanie, and Martin and Sarah. Which is a funny thing: finding out Gertrude’s great-niece is into this whole shit-show? She’s, er,  cool and a cat person!

Ahem, sorry.

End recording.  

#a mag a day #a mag a week #mag horror #statement #original statement #the magnus archives #fanfic #tma #magnuspod #the admiral #fic #the corruption

[crownstar]

ahhhh sorry for the bad question ;^; that's understandable tho, i also prefer to spend time with people rather than gift giving. for my family we do gifts but everyone has to make a list ahead of time so it's easy. and then for my besties i know what they like so it's not too difficult without a list, but often our gifts are just promises/plans to do activities in the future xD

omg doing some kind of craft activity with mungyu would be sooooo cute, he's maybe break a few things but it's not a big deal and you two would just laugh a lot i feel <3

for seungkwan i think playing badminton that he loves would be fun! or giving him tickets for you both to go watch a volleyball match. and for chan i would give him a camera, idk why but i feel like he could be into photography?

hopefully an easier question: what are your fave going seventeen episodes?

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OH no its okay!! I just literally could not think of anything really that sounded.... good. So I was like... I gotta adjust this question into something I can answer lol. We aren't even doing gifts this year... saves me some shopping at least lol

omg badminton for Seungkwan... why didn't I think of that lmao or volleyball, though I kinda suck at volleyball tbh. I used to play badminton all the time with my friends though in high school! Every gym class we would either do badminton or ping pong/table tennis instead of the actual activity lmao. If you set it up yourself you could do whatever, teacher did not care. And we took full advantage of that everyday.

Favorite going is the first Insomnia Zero season. I have watched that one the most.... the end when its just Hoshi, Woozi, and Wonwoo and poor Hoshi can't stop laughing at Woozi's suffering... its so good. Hm the second season of Debate Night is pretty good... oh I rewatched the Christmas in August (video games) episodes not that long ago... those are funnier than I remember lmao. What about you??

Also did you send another ask?? Cuz I got a notification that I had an ask... and it says I should have one more than I can see in my inbox... So if it was you... I didn't actually get it... ?

#sss 21 #truly disappointed in myself that i forgot seungkwan liked sports #probably didnt think of it cuz i dont really like sports lmao #hence the... not actually participating in gym #i mean we would literally just play basketball...ew #or volleyball.... #i suck at volleyball i joined the team for one year and was like eh not for me #and in the spring we would go do softball outside #got out of that by just standing in the field nearby and kicking a soccer ball around in a circle #minimal effort but got an a lol

[akirameta84]

random quick one offs about mew gym trainer saiki lol cause brains decided this au vibes now (context)

got kinda long whoopsie daysie

-wears overly fancy ass robes with aiura as part of the gym costumes. it was her idea. she made a tiny one for when hes not transformed too lol.

-how everyone else finds out hes a pokemon is probably something super goofy. kaidou accidentally hits him in the head with a pokeball and while it obviously doesnt catch thats more than enough

-fur is more a darker pink like his hair color instead of mew's normal light pink. purple eyes too (mew has blue, but whatevs)

-due to his immense psychic abilities he's not really restricted by a moveset. saying he knows 'psychic' excuses,,,,everything

-literally deathly afraid of pokeballs cause yknow mad scientist trying to catch him and if his mental or physical state drops too low hes at risk of getting caught in one and nope

-he obviously doesnt have pokemon as his own, and whoever manages the gyms as a whole is just being lied to that they run a double gym with 3 each. aiura's agree with some bribes to listen to his commands in battle lol

-gets on very well with aiura's espeon. they like using telekinesis to rob bakeries together

-might actually agree one day to let aiura capture him and stuff the pokeball somewhere so he never risks going inside only to prevent anyone else from doing so. character growth is obv needed first tho

-likely the last of his kind, hence why he prefers to just vibe as a human

-i believe mews are largely just small psychic cats so yes. all of cat traits can apply

-aiura isnt the first human he ever met. shes just the one hes choosing to stay with because her light psychic abilities provide a cover to why he would join up with her to run a gym

-picture. baby mew saiki being rushed to a pokecenter by little asumi in tears because asumi just wanted to use his brand new eevee to battle and didnt realize that the random pokemon hed harassed was so smol :[ despite having godly psychic powers a tiny fox dog thing throwing sand in your face after sleeping in the rain makes it hard to defend

-saiki leaves once hes healed even being young (i dont know how mews age theyre literally immortal gods in pokemon....but its my au shush) but visits

-besties for life. aiura and akechi get on together like glue too lol.

-has willingly participated as a "member" of akechi's team more than once just for shits and giggles, espicially once akechi usurps the champion position and saiki likes watching snotty bratty kids loose to them

-somehow has a first and last name. and somehow shares the last name with the crazy town professor trying to capture him

-...eheh thats a plot hole ill admit whatevs

#pokemon au #saiki k #the disastrous life of saiki k. #saiki kusuo no psi nan #aiura mikoto #saiki kusuo #akechi touma

[agentark88]

Think: Alternate Future: Shinso: Next Gen

My Hero Academia Fan Fiction by Agent ARK 88

“Think: Alternate Future” side stories do not dictate the outcome of Think. Things that happen in these side stories do not affect the current Think story/chapters. Think of these short stories as a fun collection of possible outcomes that may or may not happen in an alternate universe, while still pertaining to characters in the main fan fiction, Think.

Warnings: This work contains mild language, blood, and violence.

Kyoko Shinso groaned as a breeze sent her umbrella lopsided again. The sun touched her pale skin, and she shifted over the towel to keep from burning. This trip to the beach was supposed to help with quirk training, but it clearly was geared more toward a vacation. Kyoko buried her face deeper into her book, hoping that no more sand would get into her eyes, despite wearing sunglasses.

The other U.A. classmates were loud, especially Raidon Kaminari. But, Kyoko was the most used to him, considering they’d spent a great amount of time hanging out on playdates. Raidon and a few other classmates were playing volleyball, using their quirks to help with coordination. Purple electricity flashed near the court every once in a while, making Kyoko wince. It was difficult to concentrate when the human strobe light was only a few feet from her spot in the sand.

Suddenly, the volleyball landed directly next to Kyoko, showering her with unprompted sand. She hissed in anger. Raidon jogged over, giving her a cocky grin. He ran a hand through his purple hair, complete with a yellow lightning bolt, before he set his hands on his hips.

“Are you going to lie over here and sulk all day?” Raidon asked. He placed a single large hand down onto the volleyball and lifted it effortlessly. His bright yellow eyes scanned over Kyoko.

Kyoko didn’t answer him, trying to find the place she was in her book. Raidon sighed, tossing the ball back to the other players on the court.

“Play the next set without me!” he shouted over, bending down to Kyoko.

“If I wanted your company, I would have asked for it,” Kyoko stated dryly, turning another page in her book.

“You wouldn’t ask for my company if I was the last person on earth,” Raidon said, chuckling.

“Then, why have you decided to intrude in my personal space?”

“Because I understand why you’re over here, and I think it’s bullshit that they didn’t at least try to take us somewhere that would assist in developing all of our quirks,” Raidon said.

Kyoko’s hand paused with a page between her fingers. She wanted to tell him those were her thoughts exactly. She was told specifically not to use her quirk on her classmates while out here, but a quirk like thought control needed to be used on people. Normally, during regular training it was allowed. Due to the fact that their teacher wouldn’t be monitoring everyone closely that day, quirks were limited to basic recreational activities and not each other. They could have at least provided her with an indoor gym, so she could work on herself physically. The sun made Kyoko’s skin itch, and she preferred not to be sticky with sunscreen the whole time she was there. She enjoyed swimming, but feared that because of endurance training in the waves, she would get distracted and use her quirk unintentionally.

“Monoma can’t use his quirk like me, and he’s participating in activities. I don’t see why U.A. must accommodate me,” Kyoko argued.

“Habiki? He just wants to prove he can kick our asses at volleyball without his quirk, hence the maniacal laughter. Kid has been brutal,” Raidon said.

Kyoko pressed her lips into a firm line, scanning over the next sentence without being able to actually read it while Kaminari stood over her. “I’m fine, Raidon. You don’t have to check on me.”

“That’s what friends are for. Besides, I’ve used my quirk so much that I can feel my brain buzzing.” Raidon tilted Kyoko’s umbrella so the sun was no longer infiltrating her space. “If I short-circuit, there’s no telling what prank Habiki would play on me.” Raidon sat right on the edge of Kyoko’s blanket, digging his toes into the sand. “Not going to go swimming?” Raidon tilted his head back, and his broad shoulders shifted with the small gesture, muscles rippling under sweaty skin.

Kyoko shrugged, shutting her book. “My quirk could go off unintentionally. You know how relaxed I can be in the water.”

“You could play volleyball,” Raidon offered.

Kyoko turned her head to observe the teams that had been selected for the game. Evidently, those with the preferred quirks for that kind of game had decided to play, excluding Monoma of course. Ken Miyabe, quirk: giant strength, Habiki Monoma, quirk: physical copy, and Amaterasu, quirk: incinerator, were all on the opposing team to Raidon. While, Raidon’s team consisted of Kagome Imai, quirk: teleportation. Now that Raidon had sat out, Miyabe had just switched sides. It figured that most of the offensive fighters were playing volleyball. To be fair, most of the class were offensive fighters in their own way. Even Kyoko had to learn to be more aggressive on the field because there were so many quirks in her class that assisted with physical attacks.

“I’ll pass,” Kyoko said.

“We could go for a swim,” Raidon offered again.

“I told you that I don’t want to accidently use my quirk on anyone.”

“We could go a ways down the beach so no one can hear your voice and be affected. You know if you do it to me by accident, I won’t tell anyone.” Raidon winked at Kyoko, smiling brightly.

“What if you use your quirk on me? I’d be fried.”

“It’s salt water. Unless I go and perform an ultimate move in the open sea, equivalent to a lightning bolt, you should be safe. I’m not planning on controlling the weather while we’re swimming. The water around you should be more electrically conducive than you are.”

Kyoko scowled. “Don’t pretend like you’re not in the lowest grade percentile of our class. I’ll stop helping you study.”

Raidon cracked a smile. “Trust me, I’m not. My knowledge is only specialized in electricity and lightning. Beyond that, your old pal Raidon here has a children’s song looping through his head.”

Kyoko leaned up on her elbows, looking out toward the ocean. Ren Tokoyami was busy developing her dark water quirk. Blackened bits of sea moved deliberately at her fingertips. Her red eyes were trained on the task at hand, and her dark green hair blew in the breeze. Ena Iida wasn’t that far away from her. She was in the middle of re-tying up her dark blue hair to ensure it wouldn’t get in the way of her quirk training. She’d built a mechanical machine using her mechanic quirk that was utilizing the waves to create a power source for a sand digger. The machine took in the waves and spat out white steam. At the same time, Katashi Tetsutetsu, quirk: half-copper and half-steel, had formed his right half into a shovel to dig sand too, most likely trying to surpass the machinery beside him. The last person taking part in the nearby sea activities, that Kyoko could see, was Nanako Midoriya. She appeared to be swimming in a large oval shape. Midoriya concentrated on using controlled float to remove seaweed from the ocean and toss them away, so she could swim in peace.

Kyoko had a bitter taste in her mouth, seeing them all use their quirks so easily and without limitation. It wasn’t as if it were her classmates’ fault that she couldn’t use her quirk, but it felt as if she were being punished.

“Come on. Don’t make that face. We can make the best of a sucky situation.” Raidon stood up, dusting sand off his bright yellow beach shorts. He held out his hand. “You love swimming. You can’t deny that.”

Kyoko removed her sunglasses, rolling her eyes. She grabbed his hand, brushing against his metallic rings, which assisted him in focusing his quirk toward his hands. Raidon pulled her up in an instant. To Kyoko’s surprise, Raidon didn’t let go of her hand as he led them toward the other end of the beach. This far from the others, there was a large spread of tropical vegetation. The same plants were reflected on the opposite side of the short stretch of private beach. At least there weren’t even locals to worry about.

Raidon led Kyoko to the edge of the waves. Just as the water lapped against her foot, Raidon leaned in next to her ear. “I like your bathing suit. It’s cute,” he whispered.

Kyoko could barely hear him over the waves, but it still made her blush. It was a one piece, purple suit, modest. There were some cutesy frills in the front that helped fill out Kyoko’s slender frame.

Raidon’s hand left Kyoko’s. He waded into the water, up to his waist, before he turned back to motion Kyoko to follow. Kyoko hesitated for only a moment. She looked longingly at the water. When was the last time she swam for fun? It had to have been when she was a child.

Kyoko dove into the water, humming in satisfaction as the refreshing liquid flowed over her. She poked her head out from the water, running her fingers through her brown and purple hair. She relaxed just enough to let the waves carry her, but she kept her attention on her quirk, ensuring she wouldn’t speak to Kaminari and force him under her control. Floating over the water like this always felt similar to her quirk activating. She could feel weightless, unrestricted, but at the same time the water was tangible, grounding. A mind spoke similarly to the way that waves flowed in and out. She should take more time to go the beach with her mom and dad. She wouldn’t have to feel nervous about her quirk that way.

Raidon swam, or rather splashed, over to Kyoko, sending flecks of sea water onto her face. When Kyoko opened her eyes, squinting up at him in irritation, Raidon was staring at her thoughtfully.

“Feel better?” he asked.

“Maybe,” Kyoko said, not wanting to admit that her friend was right.

Raidon grinned brightly. “Good.” His attention shifted back to where the rest of the class had been, and his smile faded.

“What?” Kyoko asked.

“Looks like our classmates wanted to see what’s so special about this spot.” Raidon shrugged. You could already see the apology in his eyes without reading his thoughts.

“What are you two weirdos doing out here all alone? Better be keeping it appropriate!” Monoma called out.

“They’re two feet apart!” Imai called back, appearing a few inches away from Kyoko in the water.

Kyoko slipped out of the proper position to float, sputtering from surprise after Imai teleported next to her. Raidon gripped Kyoko by the arm, before she could submerge into the sea any farther, holding her above the waves until she got her bearings again.

“What happened to the volleyball game?” Raidon asked her pointedly.

Imai pulled back her oil-like black hair into a bun. “It was no fun once you left. Monoma kept deliberately aiming for faces.”

Raidon’s gaze moved back to the shore. “Can Ken even swim?”

Imai looked back as well. “I’m pretty sure he can’t. I’ll go check on him. If he goes out too far, he’s too big for any of us to help him.” Imai disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke.

“Are you okay?” Raidon asked.

Kyoko submerged half of her face into the ocean, blowing irritated bubbles out.

“I know it’s not ideal, but it will be okay, won’t it? You can keep yourself from using your quirk. If you’re that worried, you can stay quiet,” Raidon said.

Kyoko glared at him. This was exactly what Kyoko didn’t want to do. She would get in trouble if something happened without permission. Her classmates still didn’t understand how unpredictable her quirk could be. They had no sense of how much concentration it took to stay out of their heads.

 “I’m going back to my towel.”

“Kyoko, it will be fine for a little while, won’t it?”

“It won’t,” she snapped back. “Why do you think I avoided getting in the water in the first place?” Kyoko glanced back at the shore. At this point, all of her classmates were wading out into the water. She sighed. “Thanks for trying.”

“Kyoko,” Raidon pleaded, but she had made up her mind.

Kyoko ignored her classmates as she passed them. Nanako Midoriya came the closest to stopping her, showing Kyoko the big ball of seaweed she’d collected.

“Do you think we could dry it out and eat it?” Nanako asked Kyoko. Her bobbed green hair had clung to her head due to the water. Her big brown eyes blinked up at her with curiosity.

“How would I know?” Kyoko asked.

Nanako pouted, glancing at the seaweed. “Isn’t your mom really good at cooking?”

“Baking,” Kyoko corrected. “And, I wouldn’t know. I have about as much talent in the kitchen as my dad does.”

“Oh,” Nanako said. She scratched her head in thought. “Maybe Amaterasu can dry it out with her incinerator quirk, and I can try it.”

“That might not be…” Kyoko trailed off. She wanted to tell Nanako that it would probably taste disgusting. There was a process to cooking, and as far as seaweed went, she’d probably want to flavor it. But, she didn’t want to rain on the girl’s parade. She looked so excited just to have come up with the idea, despite being disgusted with the seaweed in her way in the first place.

Nanako skipped away, the ball of putrid seaweed floating close behind her. Kyoko shrugged, making her way back to her umbrella. Kyoko was irritated to find that her towel was no longer where she’d left it. Off in the distance, she caught sight of the familiar classic Eraserhead costume. Kyoko rarely got merchandise of her favorite heroes, but her father bought it for her for her birthday when she noticed it in a local shop. Her towel had somehow blown all the way across the beach and had latched onto a jungle tree.

Kyoko sighed, plodding through the sand toward the towel. She was obviously soaked and all she wanted to do was lie back down. Unluckily, the towel unhooked itself from the tree and went deeper into the brush. Kyoko picked up her pace, so she could catch up with it before it went into the forest too deeply and became irretrievable.

Once Kyoko started moving through the trees, she wished she’d had enough forward thinking to have grabbed her sandals. She’d already stepped on more than one rock.

“Kyoko! Wait up!” Raidon called after her. “Why are you going into the forest?”

“My towel apparently has a mind of its own!” Kyoko called back flatly. She followed the dark fabric with her eyes, but just as she got closer the towel was pulled away by what seemed to be the wind.

Raidon’s athleticism proved to be greater than Kyoko thought it was because even though she was practically sprinting, he’d caught up.

“Man, beach wind is crazy!” Raidon said, chuckling as he too took a swipe at the towel only for it to get pulled away.

Kyoko suddenly froze, furrowing her eyebrows. She could no longer feel the wind brushing against her back now that they were so far into the trees. The towel wasn’t being blown by natural forces.

“Wait, this doesn’t feel right,” Kyoko said.

Raidon paused, his hand outstretched toward the elusive towel. “What do you mean? We’ve almost caught it.”

“There’s no wind,” Kyoko said.

“Clever girl.”

Kyoko’s eyes widened. The towel twisted into the air to expose a blue enflamed feather attached to it, which appeared to be barely brighter than a lighter. Just as Kyoko had comprehended what it was, the feather burned brighter, engulfing the towel in flames. Raidon stumbled back from the fire, nearly getting singed.

A young woman with long white hair and cut-across bangs stepped out of the shadows. The blue flames reflected in her golden eyes. Her dangerous smile was more than enough to strike fear in Kyoko’s chest. But, the bright blue flaming wings extended from her back, sent Kyoko stumbling back. Whoever this was, they weren’t here to enjoy the beach.

Kyoko opened her mouth to activate her quirk, but as soon as her lips parted, a gag was tied around her head. Kyoko went to rip the fabric away, only for her hands to be bound in front of her as well and tied around her waist by some kind of quirk she assumed. Kyoko kept a head count of the attackers, two so far. The most reasonable explanation was that they were villains. Why else would they have attacked so quickly? They must have known Kyoko’s quirk ahead of time too. They wouldn’t have silenced her so quickly otherwise. Kyoko had to get to the rest of the class, warn them that there were attackers. At this distance, with so many thoughts around, it would be difficult to reach them telepathically, as it wasn’t as developed as her thought control quirk.

Purple electricity buzzed off of Raidon’s skin. He turned back toward Kyoko, and his expression changed, worry and anger clouded his yellow eyes when he saw what had happened.

“Let her go!” Raidon shouted.

“Easy there, hero boy,” the woman in front of him warned. “I wouldn’t want to accidently burn either of you with my feathers.” She extended her deep blue wings that burned brightly with cerulean fire.

Kyoko had to make a break for it. They’d just tied her wrists and mouth. Their attention had to be on Raidon. She could still run. If any classmates saw her, they could get help. Kyoko shifted to run, but the wind was immediately knocked out of her as someone landed directly on her back. They pressed Kyoko’s face into the forest floor, making it difficult to breathe. Cold metal clasped around Kyoko’s neck immediately irritating her skin. A low hum sounded, before Kyoko’s mind went quiet. Her quirk was no longer active.

“Naughty little hero,” a voice cooed overhead. “We won’t have to hurt you if you’re compliant.”

Kyoko struggled to gain some leverage, barely able to crane her neck back toward Raidon. Pure rage infiltrated his expression. Raidon opened his mouth, purple static raising his hair on end.

“Unhand—” Raidon was grabbed from behind, and his mouth was covered by the winged villain, cutting him off.

“Do you mind tying this one up, Sako?” the winged woman hissed. She was clearly being shocked at least a little bit by Raidon’s static output because she kept making a face and jostling him forward. Four flaming feathers flew from her back, coming dangerously close to Kyoko on the ground. “Try anything serious, kid, and I’ll be sure to burn your friend over there for good measure.”

“Well, I’m sorry, Hibari. I wasn’t expecting more than one brat to show up. My magic rope quirk can only focus on so many materials before it becomes ineffective. Is he that hard to hold on to?” This was yet another female voice. The new villain hovered over Kyoko, focusing her quirk energy on her binds and forcing her still. She swiped some loose strands of brown curly hair out of her face to reveal her hazel eyes. “What are we going to do? There are two of them, and we only needed her. We don’t have another inhibitor for whatever weird quirk that one has,” Sako added.

“Isn’t this exactly how your old man messed up, Shigaraki?” Hibari asked.

Raidon’s eyes widened. He must have recognized the name, just like Kyoko did. They had been a part of The League of Villains back in the day. The weight on Kyoko left, leaving the burning feathers as a reminder not for her to move.

“Shut it, Hibari! I told you to never call me that!” Shigaraki itched at her neck. To Kyoko’s horror, she had a porcelain doll mask covering her face. “We’ll take them both. It will give us more time to prepare if their kidnapping wasn’t discovered immediately.”

Hibari smirked at her. “Oh, yeah, Shinju? That’s really what you want to do, fearless leader? Here lies The Antihero Syndicate bound to repeat history for eternity. Actually, it has quite the nice ring to it. What could we possibly learn from our dear old dad’s anyway?”

“You’re so damn dramatic. Which father does that character trait come from again?” Shinju shot back.

Hibari’s smirk faded. “I don’t think we want to get into a villain measuring contest right now.”

Raidon’s eyes locked onto yours. His hands were on Hibari’s arm, which meant his electric conductive rings were touching her as well. He was afraid. Kyoko could see it in his expression. He knew if he used his quirk on full blast it would directly hurt her. Not only that, she was being threatened to be burned.

Kyoko nodded toward him frantically. She would have told him telepathically to do it, had her quirk not been subdued. No matter what output he made, she wasn’t directly next to him. It would distract Hibari long enough for Kyoko to get up. She’d dealt with his electricity before. She could fight through the pain.

Static electricity pulsed through the air. Raidon shut his eyes in concentration. Purple volts of energy sputtered to life. At first it didn’t seem like much, but then a bolt of purple lightning was pulled from the sky, hitting Hibari square on the back, at the base of her wings. Kyoko rolled toward the forest exit, but the shockwave hit her next, stunning her and forcing a painful muffled cry from her throat.

Hibari let out a horrid laugh, before she gripped Raidon by the back of the head and slammed his face into the dirt. “You little brat. I told you not to try something.” Her golden eyes went aflame with hatred. “I get heat damage in that exact spot with my quirk. The only thing you did was piss me off.” Her attention floated over to Kyoko. The electricity kept her stunned to the spot. “And, as I promised, I get to burn her.”

Kyoko whimpered as the feathers made contact with her exposed skin. Tears welled in her eyes. Raidon struggled furiously against the hand to his head. He took in a mouthful of dirt, as he begged for her to stop.

“Please. Don’t hurt her! Stop!” his voice came out garbled, barely audible.

“Dammit, Hibari! He could have alerted his classmates with that blast. Kando, teleportal us out of here, now!” Shinju shouted.

“I thought you’d never ask.” A boy with black spiky hair spread his palms over the forest floor. Dark green, mist-like portals expanded underneath the group.

Everyone fell through the floor. Kyoko floated just a few inches from the floor. The rope around her kept her afloat because she felt the harsh tug against her skin. Raidon had not been so lucky as Hibari took the opportunity to use him as a cushion for landing.

“Dammit!” Shinju shouted in frustration. She gripped a chair with her bare hands, and its very material altered into a glossy white. Shinju flung it at a nearby wall, and it shattered. “Do any of you understand how important that this is to the plan?”

“We all know how important this is. It’s not Hibari’s fault that the extra kid showed up,” Sako argued.

“Don’t bother defending me, Sako. Shinju’s just throwing a temper tantrum because things didn’t go exactly as she wanted them to.” Hibari picked Raidon up by the back of the shirt.

Small zaps of purple static electricity prickled over his skin, but he didn’t appear conscious. He must have hit his head too hard on the way down. Hibari tossed Raidon toward Kyoko, and his muscular body made a sickening noise hitting the ground.

“Tie them together. The kid won’t be able to use his quirk while attached to her. You can remove her gag too. Her quirk is useless with that thing around her neck.” Hibari walked up to Kyoko, tilting her head up toward her. While being suspended in the air, it was nearly impossible for Kyoko to fight her. “Scream all you want. No one’s going to hear you down here.” Hibari pulled her hand away, shoving it into her black-pant pocket. She tossed Shinju a smirk. “It’s your turn, Shinju. Unless, you want me to do all of the work.”

Shinju itched at her neck, her fingers digging into her tanned skin below her powder-white mask. Hibari marched up the stairs, and the two of them didn’t exchange anymore words.

Kyoko was lowered to the ground. The rope-gag tied around her mouth was removed. Kando assisted Raidon into a chair. He’d slumped forward. Kyoko was lifted by Sako and placed behind him.

“Shinju’s not in the best mood. I suggest you don’t struggle when I switch your bindings,” Sako whispered to Kyoko.

Kyoko’s wrists were freed and newly bound by hand. Just as advised, Raidon and Kyoko were now tied to each other, so when he woke up, he wouldn’t be able to use his quirk to free them.

“Why are you doing this?” Kyoko asked.

Shinju tilted her head to the side. “You. All of you. You heroes are why.” Shinju scratched at her flaky skin. “Heroes are formed, molded in these schools as if they are the real saviors of the world, while those of us that are born with curses are looked upon as scum. It continues to happen again and again. The cycle finally needs to be broken, and you’re going to help us break it, in this body or in another.” She turned to her colleagues. “They can’t go anywhere. We’ll watch the door from upstairs, until we can transport Shinso to the medical facility undetected.”

The three villains left, more than positive Kyoko and Raidon wouldn’t be able to escape. They weren’t wrong. What Kyoko could do was inhibited, while Raidon was out cold. When he awoke, he wouldn’t be able to use his quirk without doing serious harm to Kyoko.

 “What would Mom do?” Kyoko murmured to herself. Tears formed in her eyes again. Both her mother and father had warned her of the dangers of becoming a hero. As a family, they’ve already had a number of close calls with kidnappings. Kyoko had seen the footage of her mother’s kidnapping too. If it hadn’t been for her father, Hitoshi Shinso, catching her, Kyoko’s mother would have never survived the ordeal.

Mom would do what she had to to escape, so they couldn’t use her as a hostage, Kyoko thought. But, what can I do?

There was nothing but silence filling the space, silence in Kyoko’s mind. It was eerie not hearing the thoughts of others or constantly holding back the tug of her quirk. Not to mention, she was freezing. The villains hadn’t bothered to give them a blanket or anything to wear. They were still only in their bathing suits after all. A few minutes went by, an hour, maybe more. The silence became overwhelming, and then a spark of sound.

“Damn, my head is killing me.” Raidon shifted, groaning.

“Raidon? Are you awake?” Kyoko asked.

“W-where are we? Kyoko, what happened?” Raidon shook his head. “Wait! There were villains. They totally attacked us and then…” Raidon trailed off. “You got hurt! Are you okay? Did she burn you badly? D-did I zap you too bad? I was so worried that I seriously injured you. I would never forgive myself if—”

“Raidon, calm down. I’m okay. We need to think about how to get out of here.”

“Right! Right,” Raidon said. “Can you like reach out telepathically?”

Kyoko bowed her head. “My quirk isn’t working. It has something to do with this collar on me. Aside from that, we’re in this basement. Even if my quirk was working, I might not be able to reach anyone.”

“Oh, that’s okay. We can figure out another way to escape.” Raidon chuckled. His positivity was infectious at times, but there was a heavy uneasiness settled on Kyoko’s shoulders. “Ah, my head sure hurts. This pounding is not helping the thinking process at all. I kind of wish I was in short-circuit mode, I might have a better chance. Together, we can come up with something. Don’t stress.”

“I never said that I was stressed,” Kyoko responded despondently. She clenched her fist at her side. Tears once again threatened to fall. “I’m sorry.”

The ropes tightened a bit. “Sorry? What would you ever have to be sorry about?”

“I feel like this is my fault.”

“None of that now, Kyoko. You can’t blame yourself for what psycho villains decide to do. It’s what you do about it that you’re responsible for. Cheer up! This could be way worse, you know?”

“Worse than being kidnapped?”

Raidon let out a sigh. “I’m not going to list out the worse parts! We’ll just get discouraged. Now, let’s put our thinking caps on.”

“I don’t have my cellphone on me,” Kyoko stated bluntly. “I left it over by my umbrella.”

“Phone! That’s it! It should be in my pocket, and—” Raidon froze. Kyoko could hear glass, plastic, and metal clanging together as he shifted around. “Oh, man. I can hear the pieces jingling together in my pocket. I’m pretty sure it was destroyed. It also probably took a punch from my lightning bolt move.”

“You took a pretty hard fall. It wouldn’t surprise me.”

“I look so lame. Shit, don’t give up on me yet, Kyoko. I can get us out of here.”

“It’s not all up to you.” If anything, Kyoko should have been prepared for this. Her quirk, like her father’s and mother’s, was rare. People loved the idea of controlling other people. It didn’t matter who they had to use to do it either. Kyoko’s mother had been kidnapped with Katsuki Bakugo back in the day. The two of them held out long enough for the Pro Heroes to arrive, but even they didn’t escape on their own. Their classmates had also had a hand in their escape too.

“What did I tell you about stress, Kyoko? I can feel you all tensed up. We’re going to be great heroes, remember? Something as small as this won’t stop us.”

“Right,” Kyoko said in a small voice.

“Besides, your dad would kill me if I let anything happen to you.” Raidon gulped. “Your mom would probably help him hide the body too.” Raidon trembled a bit. “My mom would keep watch! No way am I going to let those villains do anything more to either of us.”

“Auntie Kyoka would not.” Kyoko smiled, a tear running down her face. She was so scared, but he was still making her grin like he always did. “No promises that my dad wouldn���t do something though.” Kyoko chuckled.

“That’s why I’ve got to get us out of here. I don’t want to be hoisted up in the middle of the city by Mindjack’s capture weapon with a kick me sign included. No way!”

“My dad wouldn’t do something so juvenile.” Kyoko shifted, wincing when the collar around her neck pinched her. “If only we could get this thing off of me. I could just convince those villains to let us go.”

Raidon was quiet for a moment, and he sighed. “They tied me to you so I couldn’t use my quirk, didn’t they?”

Kyoko shrugged. “It was the obvious solution for them.”

“Do you think our classmates know we’re gone yet? Mr. Ishioka is probably furious. If our parents have been notified, my dad’s already sobbing like a baby, guaranteed. He should put more faith in us.”

“My dad’s probably rampaging through the city in worry, while my mom’s trying to get him to calm down,” Kyoko said. She wished she could wipe her face. Her tears had started to itch.

“No doubt. Although, your mom can be scary when she wants to be.”

“Yeah. She’d know exactly what to do,” Kyoko said, sniffling.

“Woah, are you…?” Raidon didn’t finish the question. The ropes tightened once again. “I-I think I can cut these ropes. I can use my lightning bolt ring. It might take some time, but we’ve got plenty of that, don’t we?”

“What then?” Kyoko asked, biting into her lip.

“We get out of here, so our parents don’t have to worry so much.” It was evident he was gaining some traction based on the tension of the rope. “Can you imagine how loud Monoma is being without us around? You always manage to give him the right comebacks to quiet him down. Honestly, I think he really respects you.”

“I’m not sure Monoma holds anyone higher than himself,” Kyoko admitted.

“No, he definitely reacts differently around you. We all do. We all know how strong you are." Raidon gave the rope another pull. “Sometimes I don’t even know why you talk to me. You’re on another level to any of us.”

“People don’t think I’m strong. They’re afraid of me. They think I’m weird. And, it would be rude not to respond to you when you go out of your way to talk to me. If anything, you’re on a whole other planet than I am. Everyone in our class loves you. I’ve even seen upperclassmen go out of their way to say hi to you.”

Raidon paused. “That’s not true. I…” Raidon continued sawing at the ropes. “I think that you’re—” The rope snapped, loosening around their waists. “It worked!”

Kyoko’s eyes widened. He actually did it.

“Okay. Now, we just need to get our legs free. Do you think you can untie yours? If you can’t, give me a moment. I’ll be over to help in no time.”

Kyoko leaned down, working quickly to untie the ropes. She’d just unknotted her side, when Raidon appeared in front of her. He gave her a thumbs up.

“Step one, complete,” Raidon said, beaming. He leaned forward, tilting Kyoko’s face up. “You…” Raidon rubbed his thumb over Kyoko’s cheek. “You were crying.”

Kyoko gripped his hand, forcing him gently away. “My hair’s just wet.” Why was she lying? Why did she not want him to see that she was sad? It was natural to be scared in this situation.

“Sure,” Raidon said, avoiding questioning her. He tilted his head, smiling. He reached his hand out for Kyoko to grab. “Let’s get out of here, okay?”

After discussing the possible options for escape, Raidon and Kyoko had decided to risk it all on a large attack and hope that there would be an exit on the next floor. Raidon had already examined the inhibitor collar. He didn’t want to shock it in hopes it would short-circuit because it would have just zapped her directly. There weren’t many objects around to use as weapons, but there was a lot of space in the room. Raidon could use his quirk to its full capacity at the top the stairs. Kyoko would rush up and guide him out. It was a risk, but it would be their best chance of escape.

The two of them now stood at the top of the stairs, listening in on the other side. Kyoko had already done her best to tie a knot between the handle and a metal pipe. It would give the two of them even more time should the villains decide to come back down. She was thankful her father had taught her so many knots. This one would allow her to easily undo it, but it was practically undoable to those who did not have access to the rope itself. It was clear that the group of villains were all standing on the other side of the door. A news broadcast sounded like it was playing in the background.

“The heroes are crawling all over the place. Did we have to kidnap the kid with a parent that’s one of the top search and rescue heroes in Japan?” Hibari’s rough voice reverberated across the room.

“She’s not the only one we have to worry about. What are the chances that both of these brats collectively have four Pro Hero parents that are high on the hero charts? Mindjack, Chargebolt, Earphone Jack, and Think. I don’t see how that’s fair,” Sako said. She sounded much closer to the door.

“We’ll have to move Kyoko Shinso soon, or they’ll find us. They already suspect that The Antihero Syndicate has something to do with the kidnapping. It’s only a matter of time,” Shinju said.

“Are you going to shatter another chair, Shinju?” Hibari asked.

“You’ll be lucky if I don’t decide to shatter you,” she replied.

“Don’t we have more pressing matters to deal with than arguing? Why can’t we move now?” Kando asked.

“It’s too risky. We need to move when we’re sure that we aren’t seen. It’s over if we’re noticed. Besides, the facility location has yet to be fully revealed to me. I know a general area, but that’s it.”

“Told you that you should have let me scope out the Nomu facility ahead of time. I could have teleportaled us there instantly,” Kando mumbled.

“I told you that I haven’t even been notified of its location. We wait to move, and that’s final,” Shinju said. “If you want to do something useful, go check on the kids.”

Raidon glanced at Kyoko, and she nodded back. She rushed down the stairs to the farthest point in the room. Raidon had deliberately told her to cover her eyes just in case, but it was difficult for her to turn away. Once he let loose, he’d be totally vulnerable. It would be all up to Kyoko to lead them out, and, with any luck, they’d do it while the villains were incapacitated.

“Empurpled Indiscriminate Shock Two Million Volts!” Raidon shouted.

Kyoko covered her head, praying that she was far enough away to ensure she wasn’t struck. The purple light flashed across the dull gray walls, and the electricity buzzed loudly. As soon as the light had dimmed and the noise quieted, Kyoko sprinted for the stairs. Her bare feet felt numb against the concrete floor. Kyoko turned her gaze upward, and Raidon sputtered out small electrical sparks as he gave a thumbs up to the hand railing. Kyoko took the stairs two at a time, grabbing Raidon by the wrist, despite the miniscule shocks that prickled over her skin. She reached for the rope, but froze when she noticed the door changing color.

Raidon didn’t hit all of the villains. Shinju was still standing. Kyoko trembled in fear. Raidon made a joyful gurgling sound. She couldn’t freeze, not now, not when her friend depended on her. The door cracked, pieces of porcelain breaking off and crumbling. Shinju’s doll mask appeared in the empty space. Fear struck Kyoko hard, but she managed to stand firm. She had to for Raidon.

“Give up, and I won’t kill you,” Shinju said.

Kyoko tightened her hold on Raidon’s wrist. They’d make it out together. She’d make sure that they made it out together. Kyoko struck the crumbling door. Shinju jumped back so shards would not hit her. When they climbed through the opening, Kyoko pushed Raidon to the right. He stumbled in the direction as oblivious as ever in his short-circuited state.

“You little brats!” Hibari shouted. She staggered to her feet, purple electricity pulsing over her and smoke swirling off of her skin. She leaned against a bar stool, gaining her balance.

Thankfully, Sako and Kando had been incapacitated, but Kyoko would have a hard time fighting two villains without her quirk or support equipment. She didn’t have a choice. Raidon had put his faith in her to get them out. She wouldn’t betray his trust.

“Truly a shame you decided to make this difficult. I can still bring you to the doctor in pieces. It may be more work for him, but it’s doable.” Shinju lowered her stance. Her hands spread, ready to attack. “Your quirk is what we’re truly after. Not you.”

Kyoko pressed her lips together in a firm line. They appeared to be standing in a dive bar, abandoned by the looks of it. The door was on the opposite side of the villains. Two were up and two were incapacitated. While on high alert, Kyoko noticed one of the unconscious villains begin to stir. If it ended up as one against three, Kyoko would hardly have a chance, but she couldn’t give up now. Kyoko had trained not to rely on her quirk only. It had scared her. She trained with her father and her mother for years to hone it, but it wasn’t the only thing she focused on because great power came with greater drawbacks. She’d been caught off guard before, but not again. This was why Kyoko had been so irritated to be held back from using her quirk on the beach. She had already trained deeply in hand-to-hand combat. She needed even more training to gain full control of her powers.

Shinju launched forward. She was fast, but as silent as her movements were, they were predictable in their trajectory. Kyoko dodged, sweeping Shinju’s arm away and avoiding her hand. An unearthly growl revealed that Shinju was short-tempered. She struck quickly again, but Kyoko saw it coming. Kyoko stepped around her easily.

“What are you waiting for?!” Hibari shouted. “End this.” The villain trudged forward, her wings igniting in bright blue flame. “Do I have to do everything myself?” She reached out toward Raidon.

Kyoko moved. Shinju’s eyes widened. She went to get in her way, only for Kyoko to twist her back around with a single block. Kyoko’s hand was on Hibari’s wrist in seconds. Before she had time to react, Kyoko had flipped her over onto her back using a combat throw. Hibari’s blue feathers dispersed, avoiding singing the villain upon impact. The air left her lungs long enough for Kyoko to usher Raidon back.

“You cocky little shit,” Hibari hissed out. “I’ll burn you.”

“Not before I shatter her limbs,” Shinju said.

Two against one was hardly fair. Despite how cool Kyoko presented herself, she was quaking on the inside. Fighting villains on her own was terrifying. One wrong move, and she could die. The longer she kept up the fight, the harder it would be to keep them back. Kyoko already felt her limbs tiring. They’d practically gone numb while tied and swimming earlier in the day had also taken a toll.

Shinju moved again, Hibari not far behind her. The two of them attacked at once, neither caring if they got in the way of the other. Kyoko maneuvered between them. More than a few times, the two villains nearly collided.

“Keep your hands away from me!” Hibari shrieked.

“Get your damn feathers out of the way!” Shinju shouted back.

Kyoko became cornered. She shoved Raidon out of the way before another attack. Shinju swiped her fingers through Kyoko’s hair. Kyoko gasped as she was pulled back. She heard her hair crackling as Shinju’s quirk weaved its way through her brown and purple strands.

The door was forced open from the street. Kyoko’s mother, Think, decked out in her full Pro Hero costume stood in the entryway. Without even having to lift a finger, she’d sent a mind blast at Shinju. The villain was sent flying into the nearby wall. The ends of Kyoko’s hair shattered, thankfully Shinju’s quirk hadn’t come close to her scalp.

“Don’t you ever put your hands on my daughter again!” Think shouted.

Hibari turned, scowling. Her feathers broke free from her back, dashing across the small space with fiery precision. Kyoko covered her head in protection, but her mother had already formed a mind barrier around her. It was hard to see. Kyoko could barely make out Hibari lifting her fallen comrades with some nearly doused feathers. Shinju had broken through the wall she’d been sent into. The white porcelain crashed to the floor like teardrops.

“Kando, get us out of here!” Hibari shouted.

Her wings and feathers did very little to keep Kyoko’s mother from moving forward, as she simply bounced the attacks off of an invisible barrier. Still, Think’s main focus was always on Kyoko. Even her attention had shifted toward her daughter, as she eased into the room.

The half-conscious villain pressed his hands to the ground. That green mist appeared, only for the villains to dissolve into it. Kyoko’s father, Mindjack, leapt past her mother, but he was too late to grab them. Kyoko fell to her knees as soon as they’d disappeared, bursting into tears. Her mother was already there to catch her.

“It’s okay. You’re safe. You’re okay.” Think ran her fingers through her daughter’s hair, calmly shushing her. “You were so brave. I’m so proud of you.”

Kyoko let her dote on her. It was one of the only things, keeping her from feeling absolutely helpless. She knew she did well, but in a single rush of relief, all of Kyoko’s emotions struck her at once as broken sobs. Think pressed kisses to her daughter’s forehead, patiently waiting for her to calm down.

“Yes. They’ve fled. We’re on the eastside. I’m sending you the coordinates now,” Mindjack said into his communicator. He’d already started walking toward his daughter. “They’re both safe and appear unharmed.” He glanced at Raidon who was giving a thumbs up to a lamp. “Raidon seems to have maxed his quirk out. He’s okay.”

Kyoko gently stood up from her mother’s arms and rushed to her father, burying her face into his chest. He held her back in return.

“You must be freezing,” Mindjack said.

Think removed her cape, wrapping it around Kyoko’s shoulders. “Let me get this collar off of you. It should only take a moment. Stay still.” Kyoko’s mother focused her mind quirk, breaking the inhibitor by pulling it from either side. Kyoko didn’t even feel it touch her as it broke off.

Kyoko’s quirk came to life. The familiar buzz in her mind sent a smile to her face. She was afraid that she would never experience her powers ever again.

“Are those burns?” Mindjack asked, scanning over his daughter with a scowl.

“They are, b-but it could have been a lot worse. I’m okay, Dad,” Kyoko said, shivering. “If it weren’t for Raidon, I’m not sure I would have made it this far without more serious injury. Those villains were ruthless. He didn’t let me doubt our escape for a moment though. He knew you’d all find us.”

Mindjack turned toward Raidon. “I’m just glad you’re both safe.” Mindjack shut his eyes, sighing. “I can’t help but think that if we were here sooner, we would have caught those villains. My agency has been looking into The Antihero Syndicate for some time now, as they’ve been making moves. We never expected them to target you. Their normal motives have been lucrative in nature. It appears that they are evolving, which means I will be sure to take them down before something like this ever happens again.”

“Where is he?!” Denki Kaminari burst through the already broken in door, tears streaming down his face.

Earphone Jack followed close behind him, rolling her eyes. “They said that he was fine. Look, he’s right over there.”

“My son!” Kaminari rushed through the room, wrapping his arms around Raidon.

Raidon made an unintelligible sound, hiccupping on a goofy laugh. Yellow and purple sparks intertwined between the two of them with the swelling of emotions.

“You’re taking this rather well,” Mindjack stated plainly to Earphone Jack.

“I trust you. If you said he was okay, then he’s okay. Besides, Raidon and his father have a knack for getting into tough situations and beating them with positivity. I had no doubt Raidon was going to be fine.”

“I wish that I could be as calm as you. I broke in here out for blood,” Think said sheepishly. “My quirk is still going crazy.”

“If you weren’t showing any emotions, then I’d be more concerned, Think. You always showed your heart on your sleeve in high school.” Earphone Jack gave Kyoko’s mother a soft smile, turning toward Kyoko. “How are you holding up?” she asked.

Kyoko glanced toward Raidon, wiping tear residue from her cheeks. “It would have been a lot worse if it weren’t for Raidon talking me through it. How long is he going to be like that?”

Earphone Jack tilted her head to the side. “Depends on how many volts he used and how long ago it was, but I have no doubt he went beyond his limit for you.”

“Me? Because I’m his classmate, right?” Kyoko asked.

Earphone Jack leaned forward, giving Kyoko a knowing smile. “Don’t tell him I told you this, but he’s been crushing on you since you two were little. If he’s as flirty with everyone as his father was at his age, I’m sure it wasn’t obvious that he treated you a bit differently.”

Kyoko blushed, surprised that Raidon’s own mother would tell her something that private.

“Oh, little Raidon used to be so cute about it too. He’d hand me flowers and told me they were a special present for Kyoko. He was so bold at only five. He even told me that the two of you were going to get married when he was a big boy,” Think said, giggling to herself.

“Mom,” Kyoko mumbled in embarrassment.

“One, I hate the information that has suddenly been divulged to me about my daughter. Two, my baby girl is not allowed to have a boyfriend, let alone marry Spark Plug Number Two. It’s loud enough around me with Denki as my friend,” Kyoko’s father grumbled.

Kyoko covered her face in embarrassment. There was no way that this could get any worse. Between being kidnapped by villains and Kyoko’s parents openly discussing her romantic life, she might have been having the poorest day of her life.

“Woah, Dad! Chill out. Those aren’t real tears, are they? Don’t you trust me? Of course, we’re okay,” Raidon piped up, clearly no longer a brainless idiot. He turned toward Kyoko, giving her a thumbs up. “I didn’t doubt us for a second, especially with Kyoko as my partner.”

“Oh, that’s it. You and I are going to have a long talk about your relationship with my daughter, young man,” Mindjack stated, rolling his hero costume sleeves up.

Raidon and Denki’s faces blanched. The two of them exchanged a look of concern. Kyoko grabbed onto her father’s capture weapon, trying to get him to stop.

“Hitoshi, you and I started our relationship around their age. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with Raidon. I think he’s a nice boy. You can’t be so strict with Kyoko either,” Think said.

“He’s a boy, Kitten. And, boys only have one thing on their minds at this age. My daughter will not be dating anyone until I’m so old I don’t know what age I am.”

“Dad, we’re not dating,” Kyoko choked out, wishing that she had an invisibility quirk.

“I just want to talk to him,” Mindjack said, looping his capture weapon around his hands.

“That doesn’t look like you just want to talk to him, Hitoshi,” Think stated plainly.

“I’m just going to talk to him,” he repeated.

“How did we go from panic searching for our kids, to this?” Earphone Jack asked.

“Hitoshi can get a little overprotective that’s all,” Think whispered.

“M-Mr. Shinso, I promise I do not have any ill-intentions toward your daughter,” Raidon stuttered out. His quirk sparking up.

“So, you don’t want to date my daughter?” Mindjack asked.

Raidon blushed, glancing toward Kyoko. “I, uh, I didn’t say that. I mean…” Raidon gulped.

Even Kyoko knew that wasn’t the right thing to say to her father. She slapped her palm against her forehead. Mindjack was visibly shaking. His hands clenched tighter around his binding cloth.

“Hitoshi,” Think warned, and Kyoko’s father froze. “The two of them have been through enough for one day. Please don’t scare the poor boy.”

Mindjack sighed, relaxing his muscles. “I know, Kitten. I just can’t help it.” Mindjack abruptly pointed at his eyes then at Raidon. “But, I’m still watching you.”

“Yes, sir,” Raidon said.

Mindjack turned around, grabbing his daughter by the hand. “You have been through enough. Let’s get you home.”

#Think Alternate Future Next Gen #Think Alternate Future #bnha think #mha think #Raidon Kaminari #Kyoko Shinso #denki kaminari #mha kaminari #kamijirou #shinso hitoshi #shinso #hitoshi shinso #bnha shinsou #Anna Kokoro #mha next gen #bnha next gen #Shinju Shigaraki #Hibari Takami #Sako

[celestialblushxoxo]

Hi hope you are doing well. May I participate in the fs game?

Pronouns she/ her/ hers

I’m straight

Thank you!

CJ

Hey love, hope you're having a lovely day as well🖤 here's your reading, hope you enjoy it🦋✨

Ok I'm scared of him lol. Just kidding or am I? As I'm typing I hear this dramatic opera music lol I love how it's syncing. Anyways they come from a place of power, someone from old money possibly, could be new money as well but more so old money. They have this presence you know. They are authorative, powerful, mature, stoic sorta, people at first may think they are egotistical or rude but actually they aren't. Like you guys may have a significant age gap and they could be 5+ years age gap. But like there is a difference in experience as well. When they were young possibly they were boastful and had pride about their background, may have been rude towards people who were underprivileged but their family is very respectful and taught them how it is wrong to do so hence as they grew up they realise this and they maybe a philontrophist or may donate in charities. They may have a dominating personality, not in a toxic way, they just demand respect without actually saying it. Their aura is very strong. Gives the vibe of mafias in a Wattpad story lol. They are the kind to forgive (not always) but not forget. Very very well established and high in their career. Maybe a boss or something. Owner possibly. All I can see is $$$ honestly lol. Very hardworking tho and family oriented. They'd do anything for their loved ones. Very protective. May have the tendency to be possesive as well. But they are open to constrictive criticism. May love to tease you just to get a reaction from you. Admirers may look at them and think "Zaddy spotted" this is so funny omg like damn sis who tis😂 but yeah look wise really built, may be regular at gym, medium to above average height, could be latina, Italian decent is also popping up, fair to tan skin, beard, loves sunglasses, love the colour jet black, loves helicopters!? Very intense eyes, dark brown, dark hair, maybe hairy, love suits and formal clothing, very ambitious and hardworking. Nice @$$ is also what came through lmao. Very well groomed and his beard is also well kept, may have short hair. Financially very very stable. They love hard once they fall for someone tbh. Like they'd want to give you the world. Like they'd shower you with gifts lol. Like literally. You may have to make efforts to get past their rock hard exterior. Others/close ones would describe them as well established, planner, exotic!? Detail oriented, particular, good time management, hardworker, extravagant, someone who gives respect when they gain respect, well recognised. Right now they are moving on from some situation and are almost on the way to reach their goals and healing etc. Overall they'll love you a lot, they may not express in words but through actions and gifts you will definitely know🦋✨

Possible placements: Capricorn, scorpio, leo, strong 10th house, Major earth and fire placements

Possible fashion aesthetic:

They may possibly change their style a lot but this one popped up more:

Thank you so much for your patience and hope it resonates to some extent. Hope you also like the reading and moodboard, do let me know if you liked it or not, it helps me improvise! Have a lovely day/night ahead love🖤✨

[antialiasis]

Worldbuilding June (Pokémon edition), Days 8-12

Whoops forgot to post these for a couple of days, too busy with a load of Things as always.

8. Who rules in your world?

TQftL never brings up government, but each region has its own human government, generally just standard representative democracies similar to what we have in the modern world. Ouen has an elected parliament and president. It's a fairly utopian world with little scarcity and politics play kind of a background role - they keep things running, they have some different parties, but there's low polarization and usually they work pretty smoothly together and have little conflict. The situation in other regions is similar - movement is very free and conflict between them is rare and minor in the grand scheme of things.

QftLverse Pokémon, once again, have their own societies and are not subject to human rule except in a limited way while they're with a trainer, as per the Agreement, an all-encompassing contract dictating how the relationship between humans and Pokémon should work. Different Pokémon species govern themselves differently, but their societies are generally based on smaller self-governing groups. The Scyther society has a single leader, who is meant to be the simply strongest in the swarm, and anyone can challenge them to a duel to the death to take their place at any time.

The Morphicverse is once again close to Earth, with different countries having different modes of government. The Poké-USA's politicical climate resembles the actual USA's political climate in ~2007, but if I ever wrote references to the current president I wouldn't make him an outright Bush expy or anything, beyond being from the conservative one of the two highly polarized parties.

9. What religions and myths/legends exist in your world?

The QftLverse's human society is basically post-religious. Legendary Pokémon are revered, but not worshipped - people don't pray to them, ascribe natural phenomena to them, expect them to watch over them personally, perform symbolic rituals associated with them, etc. That said, humans do have myths concerning them - not always accurate ones. The story describes the human myth behind one set of legendaries early on before the reality much later turns out to have been fairly different, for instance.

QftLverse Pokémon have their own myths, legends, religions and beliefs. The Scyther society explored in the spin-offs has a bit of a vague mythology going on explaining the sun, moon, stars and clouds, but it's not very important to them, more of a just-so story. Meanwhile, they live by a system of ethics known as the Code that they consider sacred and all-important, though it doesn't have a godly figure behind it as the source of it, only a philosophy. Other Pokémon might variously have straight-up religion (whether worshipping legendary Pokémon or something else), be entirely areligious, or something in between; most will have myths and legends in some form, though.

The Morphicverse has a form of Christianity, which is functionally a lot like ours; this also means they had a version of Judaism. Other specific religions don't come up, but they'd at the very least be as varied as real-world religions. Like in real life, there are many sects and variants, and as many individual interpretations of faiths as there are people. The villain cult in particular has fringe views that in no way resemble the mainstream. And like in real life, many people nominally believe but don't really practice their religion, and many are agnostic or atheist.

Legendary Pokémon in the Morphicverse are cryptids - there are myths and legends about them, and people think they're neat, write fiction and make movies about them all the time, but in the modern day, actually-for-real believing that they exist out there ranges from mildly eccentric to entirely unthinkable. Worship of legendary Pokémon exists, but in the way that modern neo-Paganism does. It's not remotely mainstream, generally seen as a weird hippie thing, and the notion of Arceus appearing in the flesh one day and declaring he created the universe is about as fantastical to most people as the notion of the Norse pantheon doing the same in our world.

10. What traditions are observed in your world?

QftLverse human traditions are mostly just secular holidays - commemorations of important days in the region's history, etc. It's tradition for most children to go out on a Pokémon journey the spring after they turn ten years old, and participate in a First-Timers' League in the autumn if they manage to stick it out for the whole journey and collect all the badges - there are kids who don't, but it's rare for them to not want to, and other kids may see them as no fun.

Every year in Green Town, there is a Pokémon Festival originally built around the legendary Pokémon Chaletwo's yearly brief visit to the outskirts of the city (which may or may not be ditched in the next revision); it hosts a number of Pokémon-themed events over several days. One of them is a starter Pokémon giveaway, where most kids go to get official starter Pokémon, who have specifically volunteered and been trained to work with beginning trainers - though many kids have had Pokémon as pets/partners since they were young and journey with them instead, or their parents otherwise get them a Pokémon who's up for a beginning trainer. (Many Pokémon kind of like the idea of journeying with a beginning trainer, in the way that many people like the idea of getting a kitten rather than an adult cat - just something special about having been with them from the start. Though getting a starter who's actually been trained to deal with kids is recommended over just finding any random enthusiastic Pokémon.)

Pokémon have all kinds of different traditions. The Scyther society as explored in the spin-offs has a number of traditions and rituals, including a sort of blood baptism of new hatchlings, the leader of the swarm teaching all the adolescent Scyther about the Code, and First Prey, where each of the adolescents is sent out to hunt prey on their own for the first time, with a male and female witness following, so they can prove their ability to kill and to feed themselves. Afterwards, they're expected to publicly offer a symbolic piece of the meat of their first prey to some members of the swarm, and doing so signals respect; you don't technically have to, but in practice everyone always offers it to the leader and not doing so would be taken as outright disrespect.

The Morphicverse is once again culturally similar to the real world and has mostly similar sorts of traditions. Pokémon training is less culturally ingrained there, but still a very common hobby for kids.

11. What are some ways people communicate with pokémon in your world, or pokémon with each other?

In the QftLverse, humans learn to understand Pokémon speech as a mandatory subject at school. Pokémon inherently understand human speech, but they speak anime-style, usually in syllables of their species' name (which is what the species are named after). They share one language, which is not based on exactly what the syllables are but the tone and the way they're combined, hence why it works regardless of the species.

In the current version of the fic, this is pure handwave worldbuilding: it's established that it happens at school at the beginning, and then we just move on to the story, where every human simply understands what Pokémon are saying at all times. In the next revision I'd give a bit more proper worldbuilding attention to it - let the language barrier be a little more present, humans vary in exactly how good they are at it (luckily it's already the main character's best subject at school), and otherwise treat it less like it's just an excuse to act like Pokémon speak English.

In the Morphicverse, Pokémon do communicate but they don't do complex communication - instead, it's closer to the sort of communication most animals do in the real world. They can express how they're feeling, draw attention to something interesting, sound the alarm about something scary, ask another Pokémon to follow, and can do this in a somewhat more efficient and intelligent way than most animals generally do. But one way or another, they don't communicate complicated abstract ideas, neither to humans nor to one another. Pokémon don't automatically understand human speech here, though they're very quick learners when it comes to commands, and they can pick up a fair amount just by being around humans, allowing them to get the gist of basic statements and requests without being explicitly taught them, though anything abstract would still be entirely lost on them. You could tell a Pokémon you've lived with for years "I lost my hat, can you help me find it" and they'll go look for your hat, but they'd be lost if you tried to ask them for anything much more complicated than that.

12. What is the gym circuit or adventuring organization like in your world?

In the QftLverse, gyms are meant to be taken on in a specific order and gym leaders are accordingly expected to keep their Pokémon below a certain level. To be officially sanctioned by the League, a gym needs to have a theme - usually a type, although Rick got away with a legendary theme because he gets away with everything because he is hypnotizing League officials with his Mewtwo super-clone I was twelve years old. Every year there's a First-Timers' League in the autumn in each region, where new trainers who have collected all eight badges of their region face off (except for the bit where I somehow made a guy who'd been training for years be part of it without thinking about it properly). There's also a global Old-Timers' League for more experienced trainers, which crowns a world champion; this doesn't involve badges and is just a tournament. Trainers are advised to stick to official routes, while Pokémon who want a trainer seek out the routes and others avoid them; going off-route has the potential to lead to run-ins with Pokémon who are more hostile to humans. It's not forbidden but it's drilled into kids' heads that you're not supposed to.

The Morphicverse's gym circuit is not too dissimilar to that, but gym leaders are expected to carry a variety of Pokémon teams to take on challengers of different skill levels, who can take on the gyms of their circuit in any order. Kid trainers are strictly meant to travel only along official routes, which are thoroughly monitored to be safe, and often take public trainer transportation; when they're eighteen they can get an adult trainer license with which they can take their Pokémon anywhere they like, at their own risk. Mostly kids do it as a hobby, and many young children dream of being professional trainers, but only a fraction are actually good enough to make money off it, so most either quit it after a few summers on realizing it's not for them (they might release their Pokémon or keep them as pets, depending on how high-maintenance they are), or continue to do it as a side hobby. There exist college-level training schools for those who really want to dedicate their lives to it, but by that point in time most people will have dropped their pro trainer dreams.

#tqftl #morphic #worldbuilding june #pokemon

[moved-to-void-kissed]

safari ball and gs ball for whomever you’d like!! ~zale

Hi @garchompp!! Thank you for these!!~

I think I'll go with my selfship with Luna if that’s alright, since then I know I can give a pretty good answer for GS Ball (my first instinct was to talk about Aria there, but I did that on that other post pretty recently, so.. let’s change things up a bit!)

(question source: this post by jackship)

SAFARI BALL ; have you ever been on a fun vacation with your F/O? where did you go? how did you spend your time with each other? do you have any places on your bucket list where you’d love to go? - It’s pretty safe to say that the current goings-on in the Reborn region have made things a bit too hectic for either of us to take time away - Luna from her role as the Dark-type Gym Leader (particularly given that she’s one of the many Gym Leaders whose reserve leader isn’t ever shown, unlike Aya or Florinia for instance), and Adriana from trying to stop Team Meteor and their plans, especially since Anna specifically asked her to collect all of the Reborn League’s Gym Badges (and given what happens to the only person we’ve seen so far who directly knowingly goes against Anna’s advice.. that girl definitely knows what the best courses of action are for the people she cares about.)

However, once everything is finally sorted out (or as sorted out as it can be, anyway!), I have it planned that Adriana and Luna visit Hoenn for a while together! Mainly since Hoenn is also one of my favourite regions alongside Kalos and Sinnoh. It’s primarily as a getaway from Reborn and everything that they’ve gone through, so that they can both take some time to relax and reflect together, but Adri also takes the opportunity to participate in Contest Spectaculars with her Pumpkaboo while she’s there. I don’t have many of the finer details planned out, but their holiday will probably also include visits to places like Lavaridge for the hot springs and Mt. Pyre for the connections to Ghost-types.

I’m also thinking that we go for a shorter holiday to Galar at some point, mostly because that gives me an excuse to hang out with the many of my friends and mutuals whose self-inserts are based in that region, haha (but also I want Luna to see Ballonlea and Glimwood Tangle, because I think she’d love it there! And since other Dark-type Gym Leaders aren’t very common, but Galar has one, that could make sense for her to want to visit there, too).

GS BALL ; did you have any original concepts for your self-inserts that were scrapped? did your storyline with your F/O go somewhere else than you originally planned? what ideas have changed when creating your relationship with your F/O? - well, Adriana wasn’t particularly fleshed-out as a character to start with, since she was pretty much just “my version of the in-game protagonist” in terms of what she did in the story (hence why she originally used the same name that I used to go by). She didn’t initially have a lot of backstory because of that, until I came up with the idea of letting her be from Kalos since Generation 6 is my favourite of them all (and because I wanted her to have a Shiny Pumpkaboo as her starter/partner Pokémon, because hello they are adorable). That then led nicely into her being a Ghost-type specialist for her journey around Kalos, since in the games, Kalos is the only region without a notable Ghost-type specialist, though a lot of Ghost-type Pokémon that I like are available there. Also, Adriana’s current outfit was originally just supposed to be the outfit she uses for Contest Spectaculars, but.. I got too attached to it and I was able to make it fit her character by tying her to Laverre City (since it resembles the furisode girl Trainer class, but with the colour palette of a Shiny Pumpkaboo!), so now it’s her actual default outfit, haha

As for the storyline of the selfship.. well, it still sticks very closely to the events of the game itself, moreso than most of my other selfships I’d say, and so Adri very much still follows the path of the player character (unlike, say, Noire, who is sort of supposed to replace the in-game protagonists but to a much lesser extent so they probably also exist as characters in their own right too). So, I wouldn’t actually say that that much has changed, since the main changes to the story that deviate from the games (saving Luna from her fate in the game, for instance) are things I had written in from the start.

I think the main things that have really changed are adding in the details about how Luna’s and Adri’s Pokémon teams connect to each other, with Adriana giving Luna the Gothitelle she’s shown with at the Glass Workstation, and Luna then catching a Shiny Mismagius on the way up to the Glass Workstation which she gives to Adri there, plus general sorts of dynamics (like Luna’s Absol and Adriana’s Silvally being friendly rivals of a sort). But, other than that, I don’t think there have been many massive changes.

Thank you again for sending these in, friend!! I hope that my answers were alright and made enough sense, given that it’s so late here, haha~

#a call from the void #selfship #selfshipping #love: dark dreamer (luna) #selfship: void‑kissed (luna/adriana) #self‑insert: soul‑touched (adriana) #out of the inbox #selfship asks #zale tag! #with everything I know about your self-insert and what she goes through i think it'd be really cool if she got to visit reborn #since.. the whole place is a lot darker than most other pokémon regions. but it gets better. people work together to make things better #and even if they aren't *perfect* at the current time of writing #nor is everything resolved - not by a long shot #nor does everyone get a happy ending #even though none of that's entirely the case - things are still very much on an upwards trajectory #also he's already taken care of all the other evil teams so team meteor's just another one on the list #or something along those lines #long post #ask to tag #sorry I rambled there ;w; #okay i'm tired now I need to sleep #but I'm glad I got this out before that #I think that was three asks answered today so if I can keep that rate up that'd be good

[dirt-grub]

Dan and or chris for the headcannon thingy?

OKAY ONCE MORE FROM THE TOP CAUSE TUMBLR ATE THE LAST ONE

ahem.

Headcanon A: what I think realistically

Dan had a shit childhood and shit parents, and isn’t dealing with any of the issues spawned by that, hence why his life is kind of a disaster and his functionality as an independent adult is uh. subpar. 

Having grown up together and witnessed some of it secondhand, Chris knows not to bring it up too much with Dan. They both have an unspoken agreement and understanding not to approach certain topics with each other. They’re very good at reading each other, so Chris knows exactly how much he can actually get away with prodding Dan to act like a people for once, and vice versa Dan knows when to actually drop an argument when it gets into a serious place. Its incredibly weird for Elise to watch, and as incredibly close she is with Chris they have a very close bond that’s difficult for her to understand with how far back it goes. Also, in the beginning of Chris and Elise’s relationship, despite very vocally objecting to the entire thing when Chris was around, Dan begrudgingly gave Elise advice on how to speak Chris essentially, telling her what to avoid and what to talk about with him. He phrased it in a condescending way but we all know he was being a softie because he knows Elise makes Chris happy :,)

(also bonus every single roadtrip with all three of them ends up like this)

Headcanon B: what I think is fucking hilarious 

Dan is always visibly covered in cat hair. Trust me I’ve had a black and white cat before and you just can’t win. Whatever color you wear SOME of the fur will ALWAYS show up on it. You can always tell where Dan has been you just follow the trail

Chris’ gap/chip/whatever in his front teeth were the result of some dare. Based on a story from my childhood where we all dared a kid on my bus to lick the frozen bus window, and the bus jerked and he smashed his face on it and lost a tooth. Luckily irl it was a baby tooth but like that seems like a very Chris thing to happen even tho im sure its actually just genetic (also Brian if youre out there im sorry i laughed at you when you lost your tooth and im also sorry i stole your holographic staraptor pokemon card. id still have it if it wasnt for that miserable little troll bastard down the street who then stole it from ME a few years later. poetic justice i guess)

C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

*cracks knuckles* i was born for this

Dan’s never slept a full night in his entire adult life, and has terrible nightmares constantly. His hypervigilance directly comes from his awful childhood, and Chris is his one single source of stability where most well adjusted people would have an entire complex system of friends and family to rely on. Chris is his ‘safe’ person -which I think is primarily an anxiety term but oh boy trust me is it a post traumatic thing also- The two have fundamentally different outlooks on the world and relationships, so theirs is pretty complicated, with Chris not actually realizing that despite the poor treatment, Dan has him on a pedestal in his mind that no one else has ever been privy to before. He has a damn shitty way of showing affection, but its revealed through his constant dependency on Chris and Chris alone that he holds him in incredibly high regards and would likely be devastated into complete nonfunctionality without him around. 

Chris has some self esteem issues with this and how it relates to his perceived importance in the lives of his loved ones. With Elise as well, he feels overshadowed by her talent and dependability, not realizing he’s the rock keeping both her and Dan grounded and relatively happy. Elise however is way better at communicating how much she loves Chris and genuinely both needs and wants him around. Also, I believe that Dan’s insane plots are some sort of an appeal to Chris in an outdated way- when they were younger they used to make those crazy plans together, as evidenced by the camp episode and mentioned a few times in passing (there was some line that stuck out to me in the gym ep along the lines of lets do it like old times, come up with a plan together) in Dan’s disconnected mind, he’s still in the past where Elise was never a participant in their lives and Chris and him were still immature and carefree, just the two of them against the world. In a misguided way, he thinks he’s inviting Chris to something fun and nostalgic every time he drags him along for something insane, not realizing in cases like the camp episode they were in the right and forced to fight back against something, and that stretching small grievances into huge meltdowns is an issue, the opposite of what would appeal to Chris now in his adulthood. Part of him is worried about him and that old bond being left behind if he doesn’t keep that very specific set of circumstances going. 

that got too long and psychoanalyzey lets move on HKDAUSL

D: would never work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway

TRANS TRANS TRANS T

this isnt as much a headcanon as an observation but dan has powerful new yorker energy (to me, the new yorker who never shuts up about new yorking). he just checks off a lot of the stereotypes and i wouldnt be surprised if the two of them had grown up around here instead of always living in cali like is canon. he checks all the boxes, rude, loud, opinionated, impatient, cant drive but complains about every other driver on the road, snobby in a weird despite living in a shithole apartment in a cesspool neighborhood, confrontational with complete strangers, colorful aggressive language, the whole thing. ive found personally that whenever im far enough out of state it is PAINFULLY obvious im from new york, given how im just naturally more aggressive in my speaking and mannerism completely unintentionally. Like, ive got a sailors mouth, i complain REAL hyperbolically, and until i noticed it it genuinley put people off who werent used to it HDUSALAS its just. the norm here. im not as angry as i sound lmfao i just talk real aggressive which is v dan

#long post #FINALLY god this took me an hour to write out #connor talks #dan vs #literally feel free to ask for more details on any of these ever im always talking about them in my head #answered asks

[chick-from-nz]

Paper, Scissors, Rank  (Ch: 7)

CHARACTER/PAIRING: Modern!Carrillo x Army!OC (eventually) 

WARNINGS: maybe some swearing, military slang, more military talk,  spelling and grammatical errors. Flippy floppy points of view and tenses. Could be very OOC/AU for some. Carrillo may not be narcos accurate as this is an AU. Some OC x OC 

AUTHORS NOTE: ok so idk how good this is, kinda just word vomited onto the page, tryna generate some emotion in there but lets see how it goes, thanks for reading peeps. I know I said I wasn't gonna post but middle of the night inspiration stuck so imma keep writing this 

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

CHAPTER: 7 OF ?

TAG LIST(OPEN): @girlpornparadise @1zashreena1 @xxidontwikeitxx @nicke0115 @allalngthewtchtower @lettherebrelight

The drive to the teams new base of operations was by no means short. While still being on defence land they were nearly three hours away from the main base, located in a flat valley in the hills and surrounded by greenery and training equipment. Ash had been here once before during a cadets course many years ago with her father, but it was vastly different now. The house had changed drastically from what used to be multiple cabins to what was now a single stand alone one story place. However while the accommodation had changed the grounds had stayed the same. There was an assault course set up that flowed into the trees to the south of the house and there was a pool to the west of the house, all in all, it was nothing to complain about. 

The house itself was relatively modern, having been rebuilt within the last few years or so. The entrance was sealed by heavy wooden doors that required a pin in order to access. Upon entry Ash took in the place, it was actually really nice. It was open plan living, the kitchen was directly to the right as you came in the doors, nice wooden benchtops and crisp new appliances. Directly in front of the breakfast bar sat the living room. Three nice couches surrounded a rather large square coffee table, laden with maps. The fireplace that the couches faced was made of a slate grey stone and sat underneath the rather large tv.  To the right of the fireplace was a door that she had been informed led to the only bathroom in the house that held a shower, while to the left of the fireplace was the door to Ash’s room.

Across the small hallway was the Colonels room, which was attached to his office that was on the far end of the house. At the end of the small hallway was an open archway that, from what she could see, led to a gym. Stepping further into the house and left from the kitchen Ash noticed another two sets of doors. One that led to the boys room, containing four single military style pits and separate draws for each of them, while the second door opened up onto the workspace for them all, which had a door in the back right corner that opened up onto Carrillo’s office. All in all, Ash couldn’t find a single fault to the house, okay perhaps one bathroom to share was gonna be a little tough.

She was startled from her thoughts and exploring when Carrillo called out to her while making his way to his office. “There's some food in the fridge and everything is pretty easy to find so make yourself at home, the boys should arrive in around about five weeks. You’ve got the single room closest to the bathroom”  Ash nodded in thanks and watched as he disappeared into the teams workroom, no doubt going to his office to work through the enlistment papers for the rest of the team. Ash didn’t waste much time going to her room, she could eat later when hunger eventually struck her, she was miles too tired from the drive here and sore from moving about so much. Her room was nice. A large double bed sat in the middle of the room encompassed by grey side tables, each sporting a small lamp. In front of the bed sat a tall set of drawers and a small bookcase. Very homely indeed, thankfully, cause god only knows how long the team would be confined to the house doing research and/or planning and training for future raids.

Ash barely gave herself any time to get changed, haphazardly pulling on an oversized shirt and a pair of comfortable gym shorts, before she all but launched herself onto her new bed, grunting in pain when her left side made contact with the bed a little too harshly . She moved onto her back sinking deep into the comfort of the mattress. The bed was like heaven for her after sleeping on either a creaky army pit or the ground for the last twenty some weeks. If this is what she had to look forward to everyday her enthusiasm for work was about to increase ten fold.  The moment her head touched the pillow she was out like a light. Thankful for her own space and a bed big enough to move around on and toss and turn how she used to.

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As much as Carrillo enjoyed the rank he was and the respect that followed his name, the paperwork at this level was a nightmare. Especially due to the complaints Sinclair had lodged against him due to the incident  at the base hospital. Having to describe in detail the events that occurred between that despicable man and the young officer a mere few rooms over made his blood boil, yet again. He was starting to understand the warnings that came with being posted here, apparently work affairs between ranks wasn’t a condemnable act like it was back home in Columbia. An odd world indeed. Still, within his team he would not tolerate any kind of fraternization, hence his decision to cram the boys into one room together and give Greyson her own room, partly for her own privacy but also for his peace of mind.

Pushing the paperwork to the side of his desk, he sighed. That damn soldier might well be the best thing for the team but she sure came with some complications. He’d done extensive research into his team members upon his arrival to the base, most came from non-military backgrounds, a solid high school education or higher, and most but not all had been serving for at least four years and had seen some kind of fire fight. Then there was Greyson. Military background with files upon files that had been redacted and unable to be accessed by anyone in the force, no matter how hard he’d tried. Only the most basic of information could be found about the young soldier; graduated school with honors and received many scholarship proposals but turned them down, participated in many extracurricular activities before and after her education, applied to join the army as both a regular soldier and an enlisted officer as her father had served but yet again, any information surrounding him and his career or rank had been redacted. A Lot of mystery surrounded this soldier, a mystery the Colonel found himself wanting to solve, even if it did go against his own rule.

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When Ash awoke the room was bathed in light from the full moon outside, the sounds of the bush were a welcome homely feeling for her, nature was her comfort. She went to sit but was struck with immense pain. Both her stab wound and head injuries were sending waves of pain throughout her body, making her vision temporarily blurry. The need to puke was high but Ash pushed it down as far as she could. She was hungry, in pain and now cranky, she just hoped her medication would be easy to find in the kitchen. Stumbling like a newborn deer she tried to shake the dizzy feeling from her head, this concussion was a pain in her ass, but the medics did say the symptoms should be gone within the next few weeks, until then Ash would have to put up with feeling sick and dizzy sometimes.  Celebrating when she finally made it to the kitchen without falling on her ass, she then struggled to find the lightswitch, now that was one thing she really should have paid attention too when scouting the house when they arrived.

Having located the switch and turning on the lights she winced, they were just that tad bit too bright for a tired concussed brain. It was when she turned to grab a glass of water to quench her thirst that she noticed a glass already laid out on the bench, with what looked like her meds already measured out beside it and a note beneath the glass. Either she was hallucinating or the stoic Colonel had laid this out for her. Gripping the bench as tight as she could as another wave of nausea overtook her sense she moved closer to the glass, there were her meds. Perfectly placed atop a piece of paper that was covered in a rather elegant script. Each pill had the name and the purpose written next to it and at the bottom of the note were the words “Dinner is in the fridge, eat first. That's an order”  

Ash scoffed a little at the note, of course he’d write that, seemed the man was more by the book than she thought. She was silently thankful for his detailed note explaining her meds, if she had to pick them from the bottle she wouldn’t have known what to take. Opening the fridge and grabbing out the only covered plate she was surprised to find that the meal looked home cooked, Did this man really cook dinner? . It was safe to say she was shocked by the thought but proceeded to microwave her dinner anyway, leaning against the bench to keep herself upright, lest the Colonel come into the kitchen later in the day and find her sprawled out on the floor.

Ash all but devoured the food when it was ready, not waiting for anything to cool down, she was far too hungry. She couldn’t remember the last time she ate, or the last time she ate this good. She never would have guessed that Carrillo was this good at cooking, like sure she’d guess he cooked, but this was some next level stuff. Finishing her meal and cleaning up any mess she’d made was an effort at best, the dizzy feeling was getting worse every time she moved. Quickly she gathered the pills from the bench and downed them in one gulp, chasing them down with water, she hoped at least one of them would help with the horrible dizziness and the nausea that accompanied it. The need to sleep was beginning to overtake her again, something she figured would be common while she was recovering, as much as that might annoy her she’d be thankful for the rest.

Like clockwork she yawned, stretching her arms above her head in an attempt to shake the sleep from her body, only to regret the motion a few seconds later. The stitches in her side had pulled impossibly tight at being stretched, her side felt like it was on fire. She reached down to grab her side in pain and pulled her hand away at the warm feeling. Glancing down she noted the rapidly growing red spot seeping into the gauze pad. Of course she had ripped her stitches, she'd been warned by not only the medics but also Carrillo to not move around too much due to her side. Seems she really hadn’t been listening to the warnings. Deciding that she was entirely too tired to deal with the result of her stretching Ash just walked as calmly as she could back to her room and clambered into bed. There was always tomorrow to fix this. And with that, Ash was quick to fall back to sleep, her medication no doubt aiding her plight.

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It was the smell of freshly made coffee that had Ash climbing from her bed and shaking off sleep the next morning. Her medication had definitely kicked in, she could feel no pain from anywhere in her body and the nausea had disappeared finally. To her surprise, Carrillo was standing in the kitchen, dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and simple white t-shirt that was entirely too tight, not the Ash was complaining cause the view from her vantage point was amazing. If Ash believed in a higher power she woulda thought that the gods had gifted her with the man standing in the kitchen. No man had the right to look so sinfully delicious in a simple white shirt like that. It was so tight that it clung to his sculpted upper body and left very little to the imagination The thin shirt was stretched thin across his chest, pecs struggling to stay contained. The fabric was stretched tight across his broad bulky shoulders, his biceps straining against the confines of the sleeves that were sure to tear if he were to flex just the right way. He reclined against the bench facing her but was wrapped up with whatever was on the tv. Ash was obvious in her gawking so it was only a matter of time before his eyes fell to her. When they did, his eyes widened comically in shock. Ash wasn’t sure why until his eyes travelled down her frame and landed on her side before a look of realisation overcame his face.  

He took a few quick paces towards her before turning to his right and disappearing into the bathroom with a look of determination on his face. Ash paid him no mind and made her way to the kitchen counter to pour herself a coffee before taking a long pleasant sip. It was a mere minute later that Carrillo was standing in front of her, a med kit laid out on the bench and an expectant look on his face. She looked at him long and hard before realising he was speaking, she gave him a questioning look, tilting her head to the side, before she heard him huff and repeat what he said.

“Greyson, I asked you to take of your shirt”  

It was Ash’s turn to gape at him, the audacity of this man, why would the most by the book man she’d ever met be so unprofessional. “Excuse me?” the disbelief in her words made him roll his eyes, if she wasn’t so confused right now she probably would’ve gone off at him for that.

“I don’t know what activities you got up too last night, but you’ve obviously torn through your stitches, despite the warning from both the medics and myself” He said with a small amount of annoyance while pointing at her side. Now that Ash looked down she realised he was right. Blood had well and truly soaked through her bandage and through the shirt she wore to bed, She was unsure how she didn’t notice this sooner because now that she was seeing it with her own two eyes, it was pretty obvious.

Begrudgingly she pulled the shirt over her head, unsure as to why she had to take it off completely before coming to the conclusion that the shirt probably should be washed. She had a second to drop her shirt before Carrillo was standing a mere few inches in front of her, slowly peeling the bandage from her skin before inspecting her wound, Since when was he a medic?, that thought had her laughing silently, or so she thought. Being this close meant that he heard her laugh so she was met with a raised eyebrow and a bored expression on his face, that surely ended her laughter. She was silent while he worked, wincing occasionally when he prodded a little too hard to see her reaction.

“You’ll be fine if you rest for the next few days, you tore the bottom few stitches. Don’t do anything stupid and the wound will be healed on time” His tone was definitive and the order was clear.

Ash groaned and rolled her eyes, a brave thing to do this close to the man.  He handed her a bandage then turned around to pack away the supplies from the kit. She quickly fixed the bandage and took off toward her room, coffee abandoned on the bench, she was well and truly awake now. New shirt now acquired and covering herself she returned to the main room, Carrillo now vacant from the space and probably in his office working. She snatched up the tv remote and flicked through the channels, settling on an old war movie before curling onto her side to relax.

She woke hours later, the movie long since ended and the daylight now darkness. A blanket had been draped over her in her sleep and her dinner was sitting on the coffee table with a glass of water and her medication beside it. She would forever be grateful for the subtle ways the Colonel looked after her, even if he would never admit to it. She at least knew he cared enough for his team that he’d go out of his way to make her feel comfortable and like she belonged, even if she was new to the force.

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Aside from the incident in the kitchen the rest of the week went pretty smooth. They’d developed some semblance of a rhythm. Both woke early, whoever made it to the kitchen first put the pot of coffee on and poured a cup for the both of them, conveniently they preferred their coffee the same way. Black with no milk or sugar. Then they usually sat at the kitchen counter to eat breakfast, cereal for Ash and whatever Carrillo cooked himself for breakfast, Ash really wasn’t one for a big meal in the mornings. After breakfast the Colonel usually disappeared into his office to work and the younger officer would clean up their dishes and then hog the shower for as long as possible, soaking in the opportunity to have a warm shower all to herself without limits. Ash would spend most of the day watching tv or reading one of the many military inspired books that occupied the wall mounted shelves on either side of the tv.

Carrillo would emerge from his office around sixteen hundred hours each day, and proceed to cook dinner for the both of them. Ash had tried once but burnt the steak and been deemed too inexperienced and untrustworthy in the kitchen, something she was silently glad for cause the Colonel was a better cook than she ever could’ve hoped. Again Ash did the clean up, a fair trade off for not cooking, while Carrillo once again disappeared, this time to the gym or for a run around the perimeter of the property along the treeline, a sight Ash loved to enjoy. Only twice  he had stayed to converse or silently watch the news beside her. Then like clockwork they would bid each other goodnight and retire to their rooms.

Everything was going perfect, the routine now something established and easy to work through, even if Ash did complain about being on couch/bed rest until either the medics cleared her or the Colonel deemed her fit enough to begin easing her way into training. It wasn’t until the Wednesday of their second week together that something changed between them, something Ash looked back on with a smile on her face and made Carrillo have conflicted feelings and wish he had just stuck to their schedule they had so easily adapted to around each other.

#horacio carrillo #horacio carrillo x reader #horacio Carrillo x oc #paper scissors rank #modern au #chapter 7

[bebepac]

Fire and Gasoline

I’m participating in @emceesynonymroll wacky drabble prompt # 34 “Oh don’t act like you don’t love the attention.  which will appear in bold

All Characters belong to Pixelberry with the exemption of Lauren Brooks

Pairing:  my ever so steamy  Liam and Riley

Summary:  Fairly recent  events.  The heir has been born.  Off canon note: in my fics Riley is dealing with memory loss from an accident she had as a teen with her adoptive parents.  Riley now  has her memories back, however it won’t be explained here.  Riley is making an effort now that she’s cleared for physical activity to get back to her pre-baby weight.  Maxwell has launched a new business venture Kraken Fitness and wants Riley to be his spokesperson.  

If you are curious about either  Riley’s Parents, check out the Life of Riley series  or Liam being the spokesperson for Apple Crisps  located  HERE

Tagging: @dcbbw @queenjilian @kingliam2019 @loveellamae @janezillow@queencordonia @lodberg  @kimmiedoo5 @kaitycole @glaimtruelovealways @burnsoslow @custaroonie @annekebbphotography @camersworld @breastfeeding-gothmomma @iaminlovewithtrr​ @queenwalton​ @xpandabeardontcarex @aestheticartwriting

Warnings: NSFW, some profanity i think, a little self confidence issue, and a couple that like sex games.  

Word count: 1153. Sorry not sorry. 

Riley held Ellie in her arms singing to her softly as she breastfed her, sitting in the rocking chair.  She could see Ellie’s sweet brown eyes closing.  Riley’s beautiful voice changed to a soft hum. Liam watched her with the baby in awe.  

She looked up, feeling his eyes on her.  She smiled at him.  He smiled back.   He tiptoed closer to them, softly rubbed Ellie’s soft  jet black curls, and kissed the top of her head.  Then he leaned in kissing Riley’s lips.  

Riley slowly got up, putting Ellie in the crib.   Both her and Liam ran at of the room as quickly and as quietly as they could.  

Riley was an excellent mother.  Liam just loved watching Riley with Ellie.  The way she would hold and sing to her, considering, in the beginning, Riley was so hesitant about having children. Riley had told him that the only reason she felt like she could be a good mother now finally is having her memories back, and remembering how wonderful she was treated by her own mother Lauren Brooks.  

The next morning was Riley’s 8 week followup appointment. Riley was cleared to start physical activities, and other wifely duties.  🍋🍋

Maxwell, with his money for the book deal, had finally opened  his gym.  Kraken Fitness.

Maxwell had offered to help get Riley back in shape post baby.   Riley was still about 25 or so pounds heavier that what she was used to.  Liam didn’t mind at all, in fact he loved it.  

Riley wasn’t unhappy with herself per se but she could not fit in any other her other gowns or wedding dress currently because of weight gain.  

She trained hard with Maxwell.  The next 8 weeks,  she hadn’t lost all the weight mind you, but she had lost inches, and was actually slightly thinner than she was before she got pregnant with Eleanor.  

“Absolutely not.”

“Liam.”

“No.”

“So what part is actually the no?” Maxwell asked.  

“I will not have my wife, the Queen, in a bikini showing her weight loss success, after having our baby. These other pictures, I'm okay with the bikini shots, no.”  

Ellie could sense Riley was getting angry and started getting fussy.  She rocked her in her arms.

“I’m sorry Ellie, Daddy’s being a total Royal pain in the ….

“Riley!”

“APPLE!  You’re being a royal pain in the APPLE!!!! Liam.  You have your Apple Crisp ads you do.  I see how  all those women act when they see you walk in the room.”

“I’m wearing my royal regalia Riley, I’m not walking in wearing a speedo. That’s different.”

“Oh don’t act like you don’t love the attention.”  

“It showcases her hard work Liam. Riley wasn’t happy with herself when we started.”  

“Riley is that true?”

“It’s not untrue Liam.  I couldn’t wear any of my old clothes.”  

“Riley we had a baby.  Ellie is worth a few extra pounds.”

“Of course she is.  But she’s here now,  I can get back to taking care of myself again.”

“Maxwell we’re running the picture, i’m your spokesperson.”

“No you’re not running the picture.”

“Bastien, can you be impartial for a moment for me?  Look at this picture and tell me what you think.”

He looked at the photo of Riley and his eyes widened. "Wow!" He cleared his throat. "My apologies Your Majesty."

“That’s all i needed.”  

He focused his attention back on Riley. “No you’re not.”

“Maxwell, as your Queen, i’m telling you to run the picture.”

“I don’t like where this is going, Ellie.” 

“Lord Maxwell as your ruling Monarch, of royal blood, I’m telling you, no.”

“You really just did that to me, I need to speak to my husband alone. RIGHT NOW!  Can you take Ellie, Maxwell?”  

Maxwell and Bastien walked out of the room.  They heard the door click behind them.  

“Um, did they just lock the door?” Maxwell said.

“Sounds like it.”

Liam locked the door, his eyes darkening as he looked at Riley.  

“So i guess we play the game now?”

“I guess we do.”

“Rules?”

“If you scream you lose.” he nods in agreement.

“If you cum, you lose.”  

She nods. “I’ll allow it.”

“3 minutes to do your best work.  Pick your place.”

“That wall,” Liam points.  

“On top of the desk,” Riley points.

“Two pictures.”

“None.”

“Liam.”

“Fine.  One, but I pick it.”

“Deal.”

"Coin Toss?"

“Heads.”

“Tails, looks like I go first.” He winks at Riley.

“Set your phone.  Two alarms, one for 3 minutes, one for 3:30 allowing 30 seconds for transition. “

“Mine will be set for 6:30.  

She puts her phone on the desk.

“Ready?”

Riley slid her panties off.

She nodded.  

Liam backed her up to the wall.  

"10 seconds," he said.

“I’m fire.” His hands rested on her hips.

“I’m gasoline.” Riley says.

“And when we connect….” Liam groaned as he picked her up, pinning her body to the wall.  Riley wrapped her legs around his hips.

Riley whimpered softly , “We blaze.”

She heard the beep of the phone, and Liam didn’t waste one second giving her all of him on the first thrust.  Riley bit her lip so she wouldn’t scream, gripping Liam’s shoulders. He was bringing every weapon in his arsenal.  He was groaning in her ear.  Talking dirty to her.  

“Riley scream for your King, let’s end this.  Stop holding back.  You know you want to.”  

He almost… had… her…  then the first alarm went off.

Riley gasped, her legs were quivering.  He pulled Riley over to the desk.   She pushed him backwards onto it.  Straddling him.

*********Meanwhile outside the door….****************

“So this is weird….”  Maxwell said as he played with Ellie.  They heard another crash.  

“They’re playing Fire and Gasoline.” Bastien said.  “I walked in on it once.  Hence why they locked the door.  It’s how they make decisions when they can’t agree.  There are rules.”

********More crashing sounds from the study.  ************

“It’ a S - E - X game.”  He spelled because Maxwell was holding Ellie.  

“You’re not playing fair Riley,” he groaned.

“You didn’t set it as a rule did you?”   Every time she descended down his shaft she tightened her muscles clenching him even tighter within her walls.  She knew her tightness was his biggest weakness in bed.

8 seconds before time, Liam felt his release, Letting out a loud yell.  

“Guess I win.”

“Damn it.” Liam said.  Pulling his pants back on.  

Finally the door opens.  They gasp as they stare at Queen Riley.  

Riley’s hair is all wild and her clothing wrinkled and disheveled. She’s hobbling because she’s missing one of her stilettos.   Liam tosses her, her missing shoe.  She puts it on.  

“Come to mommy,”  She takes Ellie from Maxwell’s arms and walks away.  

Liam comes out of the room, looking just as disheveled as Riley, but his shirt looks like it’s been ripped open.  The study is a mess.  

“You get one picture.”  He called after her.

“I should get two, because of double points.” 

“Guess you lost , Your Majesty?”  Bastien laughed.

 I really loathe Nickleback… but  all i can hear in my mind right now is…. “Look at this photograph……”

#cordonia #the royal romance #trr #trr fandom #play choices #trr liam #trr mc #trr riley #king liam of cordonia #trr fanfic #wacky drabbles

[moccahobi]

An Almost Wasted Weekend [Jungkook x Reader]

Warnings: N/a... it is a college au instead of a high school au as I didn’t feel comfortable with doing a high school au... I also only used prompts 11 and 20 since 1 was used before!

Summery: Jungkook seems to take a friendship the wrong way. What happens then? Jin notices. Thank you my cowboy emoji for participating in my 2020 special! I hope you liked this!

Word count: 2.5k

Genre: Fluff; College AU

A/N: Thank you @honeymoonjin​ for beta reading my fic and giving me such amazing advice! It means a lot for me! Also, this fic took something out of me (hence the bad title and summery). I am tired but I am going to keep working on more surprises! This month and next have a lot of awesome things coming your alls way! I hope you liked this and will like the rest that I am making!

You sighed, frowning at your empty desk. Jungkook had taken all your papers from you after you refused to stop making paper planes and throwing them at him during the last lecture you two shared. It was annoying on one hand because you wanted to annoy him as much as possible and on the other hand, it was annoying because you also wanted to take notes in this lecture. Of course, Jungkook would never believe that. He has been your friend for almost three years now and, while he hasn't been in all of your classes, he knew you have rarely taken notes. You were a good student for the most part, but the notes were not something you easily did nor were they very helpful for you to learn from. The thing was, the topic of this lecture was something you had a better grasp of already. Notes would be helpful. 

Sparing a glance at Jungkook, you saw that he was engrossed in the lecture. How could you ask him for your paper now? He's been annoyed by you so much today. There was no doubt in your mind that he had reached his limit of you annoying him. 

Instead, you turned to Jondin (someone you often studied with as he was in the same major as you) and gently tapped his shoulder, "Hey... can I borrow a sheet of paper? I want to take notes for once."

"Of course! And can I talk to you after the lecture? I don't think I can make our next few study dates." He whispered back, side-eyeing you as he kept his eyes trained on the professor. You simply nodded before starting to take your own notes mixed in with a few doodles. 

Partway through the lecture, you broke from note-taking to take a sip of water only to see Jungkook looking at you with wide eyes and a raised eyebrow. The man looked as if someone had told him that moths weren't actually goth butterflies. You gave him a once over, taking the small chance to admire the looks of your best friend before raising one of your eyebrows in a silent question. 

"When did you start talking to Jondin?" He whispered, leaning in close to not disturb others in the hall.

"Since I found out that we are in the same major and can study together?" You replied, looking over at him, your heart speeding up at the close proximity, "Why do you care?" 

Jungkook opened his mouth to say something before closing it and muttering a quiet, "Whatever." 

Throughout the rest of the lecture, you found yourself looking at Jungkook. He had reacted so strangely and you had no idea why. Never before had he acted that way. Never. Nothing else happened before the lecture finished up, Jungkook lazily taking notes and you attempting to focus on what your professor was saying. Soon enough you found yourself getting up at the end of the lecture, slowly putting all of your stuff away. 

"I... Ummm... I have to go. Here are your papers. See you later, eh?" Jungkook said quickly, his face beet red as he quickly set your papers on your desk and bolted from the lecture hall. That was even stranger than what happened before. Why did he run out of the classroom? Never in the three years of knowing Jungkook and being in similar classes as him has he ever done that. He has always enjoyed slowly packing up unless he had another class to attend right after but you knew that he didn't today. This lecture was his last class today. Normally he would simply go to the library and settle in for doing classwork or go to the gym to exercise. 

You gently shake your head before turning to Jondin who seemed to be holding back laughter, "I have never seen him leave you so quickly. What did you say to him?" 

"Just that I wanted to take notes this lecture." You said slowly, looking around the rapidly emptying lecture hall as you ran over the interaction again. That was all that was said right? 

Well, there was that thing with Jondin but that hardly counted. 

"Wow. He must have never seen you be studious before then." Jondin laughed, "Anyways, I am sorry about having to reschedule our usual study dates. It's just that I finally asked out Sana and tomorrow I have to prepare and then it's Friday." 

At this you laughed, "I honestly don't care, Jondin. I have listened to you pine over her so much that I am honestly proud of you for finally asking her out." You said with a small laugh. Every break the two of you had was full of him talking about how wonderful Sana was to the point that you were almost worried he was a stalker. He wasn't. Jondin was simply very shy. 

Similar to Jungkook if you thought about it. 

"If you want, we can spend an extra hour or two studying today. We can even study for the whole night. I don't mind." He said, walking with you to your next class. As with all of your classes, it was one of the two of you shared. It was also one that both of you hated. The lecturer was an annoying and condescending woman who thought that she knew it all about everything simply because she had been teaching the subject for almost a decade now. 

"I would love to study with you for the rest of the day." You said, running over all of the exams and papers that the two of you had next week. It was so much work and you were already planning on studying for the rest of the day and the weekend. With Jondin or not. 

"Ok. If we're going to do that, how about we swipe into the dining hall and just hole out there until we're done studying?" 

"Sounds like a good deal. I am going to have so many waffles tonight." You laughed, thinking back to the time Jungkook and you snuck into the dining hall closest to your dorm and ate a whole tub of ice cream two years ago. It was your freshman year of college and the two of you were acting dumb, but you don't regret it one bit. 

"Earth to Y/n! What were you thinking about?" Jondin laughed, waving his hand in your face to get your attention.

"Oh," You blushed deeply, "Nothing really." 

Jondin cackled this time. He literally cackled. The audacity of this man. 

"Really? I feel like your blush says otherwise! Were you thinking about Jungkook? Your little crush on him getting to your head?" 

At this, you blushed deeply with shame. You didn't like to think about your crush on your best friend so you tried to change the subject, "Shut it! I have no crush! Now if we want to talk about crushes, what are you planning to do with Sana?"

"OMO! I have no idea!" Jondin said with a groan, the two of you earning glances from your other classmates as you entered the classroom. 

"Maybe I can help you brainstorm some tonight." You sighed, sitting down and pulling out some of the supplies you needed.

"Really? I would love your help!" Jondin said, a sigh of relief leaving him as he reorganized some of his supplies.

"That is if we get to a good stopping point for the night." You said, wagging your finger in his face before turning to the professor and trying to focus on what she was trying to teach you. It was a long and boring class as always, the lady's words almost putting you to sleep. Luckily, you managed to stay awake and participate the few times she asked for you to but you would have much preferred to be asleep. You would bet your tuition on her only teaching because she liked how her voice sounded. Jondin often bet his tuition on her teaching for the money. 

After almost an eternity (that was really only an hour and a half), the two of you got out of the class and quietly made your way to the one dining hall that was open 24 hours. At this point, it was almost three in the afternoon and the only students who were some were taking advantage of the fact that the meal swipes were all you can eat. Jondin settled into a booth that had plugs and set to work on studying for your first upcoming exam. Before you knew it, two hours had passed full of mind-numbing studying. Other students had started filling into the dining hall, their noise and chatter leading to you and Jondin sharing a pair of earbuds to drown them out. By that point, the two of you decided to start working on a paper that was due Monday morning. It wasn't an inherently hard essay to write. It was supposed to be a ten-page persuasive essay focused on why a public policy of your choice needed to be changed... and neither of you had started writing it. 

It must have been another two hours later when a small cough interrupted your study session. You looked up slowly, making eye contact with none other than Jungkook who had some unreadable expression on his face. You gently waved at him, a tired smile making its way to your face. Jungkook always managed to put a smile on your face. 

"I-I didn't expect to see you two here together," Jungkook said, Namjoon quickly coming up behind him and smiling towards you too. Namjoon was someone you and Jungkook regularly hung with and you had a soft spot for the gentle giant. 

"Hey Y/n and Jondin! How are you all?" He asked, sliding in next to Jondin. You looked over at Jungkook and slid over to make space for him on your side, the man sitting next to you with a shy smile. 

"I am so tired. We have been working so hard." Jondin said dramatically, widening his eyes and gently closing his laptop.

You laughed at him, his dramatics almost always too much for you, "Awww. Poor baby Jondin. How will you ever live with so much work being done? And we haven't even talked about you know what yet!"

"Yeah! I told you that in confidence!" He almost yelled pointing at you in mock anger while blushing. 

"Technically you told it to me outside." 

"What do you two need to talk about?" Jungkook asked, leaning closer to you as he spoke.

"Y/n! Don't tell."

"It's nothing to worry about. Jondin is just being his beautiful self and requiring a whole weekend to prepare for... a get-together." You said with a laugh, smiling as Jondin blushed further. 

"It isn't anything important! We just have at least another two or so hours of work left to do. Now shoo! I don't want Y/n distracted by her boyfriend." Jondin said, a sly smile on his face as he wiggled his eyebrows at you and Jungkook.

You sighed and muttered a small goodbye to Namjoon and Jungkook, not even willing to look either of them in the eye as they left.

"That  was not cool, Jondin! I don't like it when you do stuff like that. Jungkook doesn't like me back. We are not dating. Drop it or I will happily retire to my room for the rest of the night instead of helping you." You said with a stern face. Jondin dropped his antics after that. 

In the end, you found yourself holed up in your room the entire weekend working on homework for classes. You bounced from working on your bed to your desk to the floor. It wasn't fun at all but the work you were doing was going to make your whole week so much better. 

What you didn't expect was a knock on your door at midnight on Sunday. You had just submitted your essay and were doing a small celebratory shimmy when you heard a loud knock at your door. It sounded almost frantic. You took a deep breath and looked through the peephole, glad your dorm room door had one. 

Your brows furrowed in confusion when you saw Jungkook standing in front of your door, his hair disheveled and eyes were almost wirey as they looked at the door. Why was he here so late at night? Why did he look so... worried about something?

As soon as you opened the door, Jungkook burst in and started speaking, "Listen, I am sorry that I am here so late at night but I have to get this off my chest. I think I like you romantically," He was pacing around the room now, hands running through his hair, "I... I always felt some sort of way for you but I thought that I could easily ignore it and it would go away. It was kind of working and then I saw you sitting with Jondin Friday. I didn't even know you knew him. When did you even start talking to him? And then I saw you two talking and having fun together and... then he called me your boyfriend and then I really felt this strong need to actually be with you that way. Then I talked to Namjoon and he said that I could confess and I planned to do it yesterday at breakfast but you didn't show and I got worried and-"

You struggled to interrupt Jungkook not only because he was speaking so quickly but also because your own mind was running a mile a minute, "Jungkook! You like me romantically?" You asked, slowly walking towards where he was now standing shell shocked as if he didn't mean to say that.

"Well.. yes but you don-"

You interrupted him again, bringing his face to yours and kissing him. After only a few seconds, you pulled back, Jungkook winning as you moved away from kissing range, a large pout on his face, "I like you too, pabo. I just never said anything because I was worried about it ruining our friendship. Now stop staring at me like a lost puppy."

"Make me," Jungkook said with a smirk as he pulled you in for another kiss. When the two of you separated he started talking again, "I understand your worry about not wanting to ruin our friendship but I am already addicted to you and am very willing to ruin our friendship if it means I get to kiss you like this." He said, moving in to kiss your nose, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Only if you take me out on a date first." You said with a small giggle, your stomach full of butterflies as Jungkook kissed your lips again. He smiled into the kiss and you felt giddiness flood your system. 

"You. Me. The local dinner that is open 24 hours and a round of milkshakes. Now." Jungkook said in between covering your face in kisses. 

"That sounds perfect." You said, grabbing a coat and your wallet before leaving with Jungkook next to you. 

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