#//Also it prolly just committed a Terror

[dutybcrne]

          ・⊱ "It's not that he's evil or dangerous."

          "He's just a funny, silly guy, really!"

[phoebusapollogist]

ESCHER CIPHER LORE DUMP: This is part 4

(here’s part 1)

Unlike the initial partnership between Ford and Bill, Stan did not trust the demon that appeared to him in his dreams, even when she tried to make herself look humanoid and attractive or whatever compliments or sweet words she threw at him. Not when she was talking about the weird portal in the basement and all the other things that she somehow knew about??

He only listened when she finally became blunt about it. “I’ll help you build the portal.” She said. “I’ll help you bring your brother back if you help me get to mine.”

And this time she vowed to be better at being subtle about it. She would make Bill think she finally gave up, come to Stans dreams rarely, in an unrecognizable humanoid form, and refrain from trying to possess him as much as possible, especially if it’s inside the shack, or Gravity Falls in general.

Of course it takes a long while for Stan to be convinced into it. He’s the experienced con artist after all. He only accepted after Escher’s part of the bargain involved a guaranteed she would not hurt any of his family.

It takes even longer for the first possession to happen, Stan only allowed it in the direst of situations and years after they first made the deal.

Although it started w extreme mistrust from both sides, Stanly and Escher became lowkey partners in crime (and it hurt for both of them cause of what it reminded them of, esp Escher who had already committed government felonies with a certain dorito)

And that’s all I wish them to be. Work partners in crime that become lowkey besties that have each other’s back. Neither will admit it of course, and it all remains platonic.

((Why yes, this is to contrast Bill and Ford’s relationship, that which began amazingly and ended catastrophically, and a relationship which felt.. religious? Idk it’s almost romantic but worst, that’s how I feel about the canon Bill and Ford. They were v intense. Escher and Stan on the other hand are chill. They’re just vibin))

Anyway, when Stan activates the portal, and the whole dramatic scene with Dipper and Mabel and the gravity reversal, everything happens almost the same except for one thing.

For a moment, with something to ground Stan to their dimension (like a rope around his weight or somethin idk), he lets his head poke through the portal (his eyes closed the whole time) and reach out with one hand.

When Stan opened his eyes again he was already on the ground, back in the Shack’s basement, with his twin brother Ford that he pulled out of the portal.

Now what did Escher do?

She was possessing Stan as he poked his head into the portal, and then immediately got out of his head,

And then jumped her annoying ass brother that was terrorizing Ford, (Leaving Ford free to go to Stanly and pass through the portal)

managing to genuinely surprise Bill and they prolly had a physical fight while the portal closed.

So yeah she def would try to beat Bill up, but.. also tell him she missed him. They have a lot to.. sort out.

Although Bill would definitely still try to run away from his problems by brushing off what happened in their home dimension (“We liberated those suckers sis!”) and would focus more on trying to recruit her into starting the apocalypse rather than bonding/catching up w her

Last thing, if Bill is chaotic evil, Escher would be chaotic neutral, and only because she finds what the humans been doing as already interesting/fun to her. So like, if Bill wanted to murder everyone, she’d be against it (not cause she feels bad, guilt, cares about humanity as a whole) but cause she’d think it’d be such a waste.

Plus, with her deal w Stanly, she can’t directly hurt the Pines. So compared to Bill, she’d definitely be more of a neutral-ish chaotic observer that can both mess w them and even help them if she feels it to be interesting/fun enough for her (unlike Bill who is 100% antagonistic)

I think Escher and Mabel would get along, and maybe Ford too (but she is also Bill’s twin sister so you know, would he actually want to talk to her tho and not just shoot her on sight too)

That’s where it ends for now.

[lune-legerement-ebrechee]

Fyodor's Ability Theory

We have seen that Fyodor's Ability can kill a person with physical contact. Moreover, it doesn't have to be a direct contact. My theory is that his ability "Crime and Punishment" can pass judgement on a person who has seen a 'fear of death'.

Considering Ace and Karma, Fyo talked with them for long before immediately killing them with a touch and escaping. In case of Ace, Fyo used his big brain to repeatedly bring him to the fear that he wouldn't be able to escape the room and die as his consciousness is separated.

Normally, Ace developed a 'fear of death' when he knew he was helpless which satisfied the condition to Fyo's ability and he was able to kill him. In case of Karma, Fyo lied to him twice about his ability and showed him the dead Ace.

Fyo induced a sense of terror of himself in Karma which again made him feel the 'fear of death', satisfying the condition to his ability.

When you see Tatsuhiko from dead apple, Fyo uses knife to kill him rather than using his ability. This is highly because Fyo knew that even if he tries to make him think of death, it wouldnt work on him because he's just an ability as a whole not an actual person.

Now coming to why Fyodor's Ability doesn't go against him in dead apple. All the actions that Fyodor does- he claims them to be in the name of God. All his actions are the will of God.

He doesn't believe what he is doing is wrong or that killing people or using and manipulating them is bad. That's the reason why he doesn't think he commits 'crimes' and is worthy of a 'punishment'.

Hence, he doesn't have the fear of death. So even when his ability split apart from him, it wasn't able to kill Fyo. Rather the ability's senses to deliver judgment itself is what Fyodor wholly is. Consequently, his ability didn't go against him and eventually merged with him.

We've also seen Fyo saying that he wants to eradicate all the ability users. Thats probably the reason he himself uses his ability occasionally and mostly uses his masterplans to reach his goals.

Even when Dazai told him he was wrong about God, he was willing to listen to what Daz has to say.

Coming to his plan with Kamui. Yes I know kamui is the Head of the Decay of the Angels(DoA) and superior to Fyo but Fyo definitely has Kamui wrapped up in his scheme. As we have seen so far, clearly Kamui is the only member of the DoA who wants world domination.

To get Kamui's trust in him, Fyo has prolly played along with him working for his goal too. But in the process, he somehow has a plan to use the other side of the page or a different plan unrelated to eradicate all the ability users.

Here's another thing: Gogol asked Sigma to read Fyo's ability. We know that Sigma's ability is to exchange the information he desires the most with the other person. He could've easily touched Fyo and figured out his ability but he didn't.

They prolly haven't figured out Fyo's ability but if my theory is true, since Sigma already has a great fear for Fyo, he could easily feel the fear of death and die when he touched Fyo for his ability.

Lastly, Adding this- if anyone hasn't noticed it yet how similar Fyodor's and Overhaul's way of killing people is 😭 This might give us some hints to what his ability may be.

Of course Gogol and Dazai are intelligent enough to deduce this much and Fyo's ability might actually be more complicated but I've believed in this theory for long now so I decided to post it. I'm not Dazai so feel free to point out the flaws in my theory✌🏻

[hopelesshawks]

WOAH WOAH is your MHA reqs open?? So I wanted to request a Todoroki x Reader Angst where Todoroki sees his s/o getting stabbed by a villain with countless sharp spears like in Chiaki’s death video in danganronpa along with 1-A and just loses it? I’m sorry I’m craving for angst rn ✨✨ also love your writing and remember to stay safe <33 💕💗

My requests are open yes!! I have actually missed receiving them (and tbf I’m prolly not getting them because I’m doing daily updates on History of Us hahaha). So thanks for the request anon. I’m also really touched that you love my writing 🥰 I hope this lives up to your impression of me!

I had never seen danganropa but I just looked up what you were talking about and w o w I am in ✨pain✨ 🥲 I’ve got you anon. It’s going to hurt but I got you. Did I drag out (y/n)’s last words? Yes. Would they realistically already have died before saying all that I have them say? Probably. But this is fanfic and if movie writers can do it then goddamn it so can I!

CW for angst, somewhat graphic description of major character injury and death (reader), non-major character death, and canon typical violence

Nothing has been the same since the fall of the hero commission and the loss of faith in the Symbol of Peace’s generation of heroes. It’s been two years since Shigaraki wreaked havoc and Dabi exposed Endeavor’s crimes. As pros unused to that level of violence retired or quit, hero class students have been forced to step up and fill in the spaces they left behind. As a result, even as their faith in the pros waned, the public started to see the students as a beacon of hope. All Might, they whisper, spoiled the current generation of heroes. They argue that Endeavor is now too old to keep up, that Hawks and Mirko are too burdened by their mentors’ failures, and all the heroes aged in between are too used to the relative peace of the golden era to be effective. These current students though? Students like the famous UA hero class A, now third years who’ve already seen so much? They are the new hope. They’d grown up in the fires of a post-symbol of peace era and as such they are the only ones who can drag society out of it. It would be flattering if not for the overwhelming pressure that comes along with it.

Shoto thinks he would have been crushed beneath that pressure if not for you.

The two of you had started growing close your first year during the provisional license exam make up classes. Spending so much additional time together over the weekend had allowed Shoto to slowly open up to you until a beautiful friendship had blossomed. Even still, both of you had secretly yearned for something more. It was only after the destruction of Jaku City and the Todoroki family secrets were aired to the whole of Japan that the two of you finally acted on your feelings. You’d been such a source of support for him afterwards that eventually he hadn’t been able or willing to hold back any longer and had confessed his feelings to you late one night in the dorms. The two of you have been together ever since and fully intend to open a hero agency together after graduation. He knows the two of you are still young but sometimes when he looks at you with your blinding smile or when you’re sleeping peacefully beside him, he swears he can hear wedding bells. If the civilians of Japan can consistently forget how young you all are as they urge you to take over for the pros, then it seems only fair he should be able to forget too.

His mother was ecstatic when he asked her about engagement rings. Endeavor had said it was too early, that marriage is too large a commitment to make at 18 years old, but Shoto insisted and eventually a compromise was reached. He’ll wait until after graduation but then he’s determined to make you his forever and always.

It’s an otherwise normal Saturday afternoon in the dorms when Iida and Momo get an urgent distress signal to gather the entirety of the class and head into the city. A large group of ragtag criminals, determined to become the next League of Villains, is terrorizing Musutafu and the number of casualties is climbing rapidly. The other heroes usually responsible for that area had been called away to handle a different disaster and all attempts made by the civilians to defend themselves had only led to more chaos. The entire class mobilized in seconds. Calls like this aren’t uncommon now. The villains have been banding together more and their bloodlust seems to have grown exponentially with civilians’ continued lack of trust in the current pros. By the time you all arrive to the scene there’s no time to waste. “Be careful,” you tell Shoto, carefully running a hand through his hair before resting it on his cheek. He brings his hand up to cover yours before promising, “I will.” He presses a kiss to your palm but before he can do more Bakugo sharply barks “Hurry it up lovebirds we got a fucking job to do!” before racing off. You both know he’s right. “I love you,” you tell Shoto. “Love you too,” he promises before you both steel yourselves and then take off into the fray.

It’s an absolutely grueling battle. Every time someone takes one villain down, another comes to take their place. “Pinky! On your left!” you call out, causing your classmate to sharply turn. Mina just manages to dodge a punch one of the villains throws her way and swiftly counteracts with an attack of her own, calling out a thanks. There’s no time to breathe though and almost as soon as you’re done warning Mina, you have to dive in to keep another villain off Ojiro’s back. It’s chaotic but slowly you’re starting to pick away the forces as many of the remaining villains start fleeing. Once it looks like they’ve all retreated you instinctively look for Shoto, having not seen him since the fighting had properly started. You catch sight of him and heave a sigh of relief. You call out his name to catch his attention and although he initially offers you a soft smile you notice his eyes suddenly widen. “(Y/n) behind you!” he calls out.

Every moment after that seems to happen in slow motion.

You turn around just in time for a spear to fire clean through your shoulder, knocking you off balance. You start to fall backwards but before you can even hit the ground at least a dozen more rise up from the asphalt and impale your body. You hear Shoto’s broken cry of your name but it sounds so distant to you. After a moment stuck in place the spears suddenly drop back into the ground. Shoto is next to you in a second, pulling your broken body close as you bleed out. One of your other classmates tries to call for medical support but all he can focus on is you and the sheer amount of blood you’re losing. Shoto knows his training. He knows that when a victim has been stabbed it’s crucial to put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding, but how can he when there’s so many fucking wounds. “You’re going to be ok. You’re going to be ok. You’re going to be ok.” He says it over and over again like a mantra. It’s both a plea to you and a desperate attempt to deny the harsh reality that the love of his life is bleeding out in his arms.

You press a bloody hand to his cheek, looking lovingly up at the man you’d do anything for, and shush him quietly. “Sho,” you rasp, voice already weak as your body tries and fails to cope with your injuries. “Don’t,” he warns. “Sho, baby, look at me,” you try again but he shakes his head, shutting his eyes tightly as tears start to run down his cheeks. “Please?” you ask and he can’t deny you, never could, so he opens his eyes and looks down at your glossy ones as you fight to stay awake just a little bit longer. “There they are. I always did love your eyes,” you tell him wistfully as your thumb strokes his cheek, smearing your blood there, though you don’t seem to notice. “You can’t leave me. You have to be ok,” he whispers but you shake your head. You can already feel yourself fading and with medical attention still several minutes out at least you know there’s no fixing this. “I need you to promise me something,” you tell him. “Anything,” he replies immediately and it brings a sad smile to your blood stained lips. “Promise you’ll find someone else after me,” you say and the scandalized look on his face would have probably made you laugh under different circumstances. “You’ve got too much love to give to let it die with me,” you tell him but he shakes his head again. “I could never love anyone else like I love you,” he swears and he means it with every fiber of his being. You chuckle wetly. “You always were stubborn. Fine, then promise to never forget me,” you compromise, tears welling in your own eyes now too. “I couldn’t even if I tried,” he swears before leaning down to press one last kiss to your lips. He can taste the tang of iron and feel your tears and his mingling on your cheeks. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips as he pulls away, but for the first time since he first said the words to you, you don’t say them back. “(Y/n)? Baby, I love you,” he tries again, pulling back to look at you properly now. Your eyes remain shut, your hand falling limp from his cheek, and when he looks to your chest the rise and fall of it has ceased.

Devastation claws up through him like a rabid animal, tearing him apart as his whole world shatters around him. He feels his grief like a physical ache in his chest, radiating out to each of his limbs as if every cell of his body is violently rejecting the fact that you’re gone. “Todoroki-kun?” Midoriya asks cautiously, putting a gentle hand on Shoto’s shoulder. Shoto’s head snaps up as he cradles you closer, as if scared your body will be taken away from him too. Before Midoriya can say whatever he was going to, Denki’s voice cuts through the tense silence. “I got him!” he crows, shoving the villain down to the ground in front of his classmates. Shoto’s eyes land on the villain and instantly his grief twists into a searing rage. He gently lays your body down but his eyes are cold and lethal as he stares down the man that took you away from him. Midoriya realizes what’s happening a beat too late and by the time he reaches out to grab Shoto, the grief stricken man has already launched himself at the villain and grasped hold of him. His right hand closes around the man’s throat, ice wrapping around it like a vice grip. He’s vaguely aware of his classmates calling his name but he doesn’t care. This man stole the love of his life from him. For that he will pay. Before Todoroki can finish the job he’s suddenly being yanked back by Midoriya and Bakugo. “Let go of me!” he demands as he fights against their hold, ignoring their warnings and empty platitudes. He manages to wrench his left arm free for a brief moment and that’s all he needs. His flames shoot out, preventing Midoriya from getting a good hold of him again, and the man who murdered you goes up in flame. His howls of pain echo around the buildings around them but the sound is music to Shoto’s ears. Let him suffer. It’s a fate he deserves.

His classmates watch on in stunned horror until the villain is burned down to ash. As his flames die out so too does all the fight seem to drain from Shoto as the crushing grief returns. Bakugo let’s him go once it’s clear he’s not a threat anymore and Shoto uses his freedom to drag himself back over to your lifeless body. It’s not fair. You’re so young. He’s so young. Why was this fight even you all’s responsibility in the first place? He’s been excitedly planning his proposal to you for weeks. Now he’ll have to plan a funeral. The thought makes him physically ill and he has to turn to the side as bile climbs up his throat and he retches onto the asphalt beside him.

How is he supposed to go on without you?

Midoriya returns a hand to his shoulder as the paramedics finally arrive. It’s too late. Far too late. One of them approaches cautiously and like a dog protecting his master Shoto immediately lashes out. “Don’t you fucking touch them,” he warns, eyes cold and voice lethal. The paramedic jerks backwards, his hands up in surrender, as he cautiously looks to the other class A students for advice. They have none. They’ve never seen Todoroki like this. They can’t even begin to imagine what he’s going through. It’s Eijirou who steps up in the end. He approaches Shoto carefully, as if his classmate is a feral animal, before kneeling down to his level. “They need to take (y/n) to the hospital on that stretcher over there,” Kirishima tells him carefully, jerking his head in the direction of the waiting ambulance. “Can you carry them there for the paramedics?” he asks. Shoto stares at Kirishima blankly as if trying to process his words before slowly nodding. “Ok. Let’s go then, yea?” Kiri asks. Another nod in response before Shoto carefully gathers you into his arms. He ignores the way your body has already started to go cold as he carries you over to the stretcher. He tries to pretend they’re just rushing you to the hospital, that they’re speeding you over to recovery girl and in a few hours time you’ll be tired but cheery, teasing him for being so worried about nothing. But as he lays you down and then watches them zip you up into a black bag, he knows it’s a hopeless fantasy. You’re gone and you’re never coming back.

A few days later he sits in a black suit with a black tie and a silver chain carrying an engagement ring around his neck. He leans against Fuyumi, who sits on his left side, while his mother grasps tightly onto his right hand. Behind him Natsuo rests a steady hand on his shoulder. His father hovers nearby, unsure how best to offer his support or if his support would even be welcome. They are the only thing that keeps Shoto from falling apart. When the time comes, he stands on shaky legs and approaches your open casket. At first he’d been insistent he wouldn’t look, but his mother had argued his last image of you shouldn’t be your broken body, riddled with holes. So he looks down at you, pieced back together by some mortician, lying motionless in the nicest outfit you own and he traces every detail of you. He tries to patch over the memory of you broken on the ground that haunts him every night since it’s happened with this image of you now. He pictures all of the good and beautiful moments you’ve shared together, let’s them swell in his chest until they’re too large to contain and pour out of him through his silent tears. He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your too cold forehead and mumbles to you again his final promise:

“I love you, (y/n). I’ll never forget you.”