#AU Intuitive Conclusions

[ngfics]

15 - Future, Decimo Era

No one bothers the Varia about it.

Iemitsu's disappearance is made note of, in passing, not even unusual for it's lack of reaction.

"Trash is dead." is all Xanxus says. He doesn't give any further answers, only throws glasses, but Squalo notes that he does glance as Sawada the younger - or only one now - a bit longer than usual.

Squalo keeps his mouth shut on it.

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Ok so funny Merlin au, I don’t know if anyone has already had this idea but:

Arthur begins to believe that Merlin is magic after Merlin has “funny feelings” about things such as dangerous scenarios and bad nobles. Arthur realizes that Merlin has scarily good intuition that he, himself can’t explain. And the fact that Merlin knows so many things about magical creatures and that said magical creatures “that can only be killed by magical things” end up dead via Arthur when Merlin is around. So obviously the only answer is Merlin has magic and doesn’t know about it.

Arthur is so worried that Merlin will be devastated to learn he has magic and doesn’t know how to tell him. He also worried about the fact that one day he won’t be able to protect Merlin the next time someone accuses him of being a sorcerer because Merlin might have done magic by accident. He tries to breach the subject carefully, never fully bring up the whole sorcerer, he keeping watch on Merlin making sure he doesn’t display any signs about having magic.

Merlin is an anxious mess because Arthur keeps making sly comments about magic around him and is constantly watching him. Like Arthur is waiting for Merlin to slip up. Merlin is going insane and having heart palpitations on the Daily now. He thinks Arthur knows he has magic and is angry.

Arthur on the other hand, sees Merlin withdrawing from him and being extra nervous and secretive and naturally comes to the conclusion that Merlin has figured out he has magic, with Arthur help, of course; And is not distancing himself away from Arthur because of it.

Imagine Arthur seeing Merlin’s get really close to Lancelot during this time. He’s worried that Lancelot will figure out that Merlin has magic, or that Merlin is telling Lancelot that he has magic. He’s a little (a lot) muffled at the fact that Merlin might have talked to Lancelot about his magic. Arthur is also worried about Lancelot snitching so he has a “talk” with him about Merlin and magical behaviour and many threats but never directly saying that merlin has magic, you know in case Merlin didn’t actually tell Lancelot. Lancelot is just so confused. (For a week straight after this “talk”, both Lancelot and Merlin think that Arthur thinks that Lancelot has magic)

This would be especially funny if this is during the time when Uther is alive because there would be one giant misunderstanding where Arthur is protecting oblivious Merlin from being found out as a sorcerer but Uther thinks he walked in on his son boning is manservant.

Uther later tries to have a talk with Arthur about Merlin but Arthur panics because he thinks Uther is accusing Merlin of sorcery.

And it just goes back and forth until the reveal, just a constant series of misunderstandings.

[gentleralts]

not to be a downer but while i agree with the sentiment of what the "death note AU where hbomberguy solves the kira case while investigating light yagami for something unrelated to the murders" post is trying to go for, it gets a bunch of stuff fundamentally wrong about light as a character and of how the death note itself works, and as a noted Light Yagami Hater™ i feel like i should set things straight here:

light was top of his class in high school and got into one of the most prestigious universities in his region. he does his research pretty thoroughly and would not even consider plagiarizing anything, especially with how unreliable it would make you look if you got caught. this "light would probably be a plagiarist if he was a youtuber" bit seems like it's there just because the james sommerton video is so fresh in our minds; if that post was drafted like a year ago there'd probably be a bit in there instead about light straight up lying about his accomplishments and how his mother is very proud

"light would have unhinged right-wing political takes if he was on youtube" there's a pretty significant possibility that he would, although not intentionally. light would brand himself as more of a center-left intellectual debater type and gets popular going up against people who are so right-wing that his points seem progressive by comparison (on top of him being conventionally attractive), and that would make stuff like his misogyny and pro-cop stances and "there are some types of people the world would be better off without" sentiments stand out when comparing him to more leftist youtubers. hbomb's initial investigation into light likely started out with the thesis of "light yagami can get away with saying shit like this because he's an extremely fuckable twink"

the thing about that post that stood out to me as its most egregious mistake though was the insistence of legal names being the ones you need to kill someone with the note. you've probably seen joke posts going around before like "if you write a trans person's deadname into the death note it kills you instead," and that's built upon one of the rules of the death note:

[id: The names you see with the eye power of a god of death are the names needed to kill that person. You will be able to see the names even if that person isn't registered in the family registration.]

a name doesn't have to be legally registered for it to work, and a legal name might not even work in some cases. granted a change of a legal name could still be a viable defensive strategy to throw off someone trying to research what your name is, but outright saying "i've legally changed my name to something you won't be able to find out so you can't kill me" will not protect you from the death note at all.

in my opinion, i believe the point in which hbomb spots the thread leading to his conclusion of light yagami being behind the kira murders is around the end of the yotsuba arc. he'd be able to intuit the first, second, and third kiras being separate entities by the types of people they kill, and the situation of "this guy i've been looking into has dropped off the face of the internet for like two months and the kira murders are suddenly different" would probably be too interesting of coincidence for him to ignore

[saintvainglorious]

TEMERAIRE FIC RECS

I read no fic at all in May, as I was too busy devouring all nine Temeraire novels in a single month - and then spent a very happy June reading a fairly absurd amount of Temeraire fics. In honor of a Pride month well spent, here's a fic rec list!

(Divided up into categories - Laurence/Tharkay, Laurence/Napoleon, other ships, and gen)

WILLIAM LAURENCE/TENZING THARKAY

ley lines by malfaisant/@stanleyraymondkowalski (T, 14k, 2015) Amnesia era!Laurence sees Tharkay and it doesn't cure his amnesia; a renewed friendship tinged with loss follows

Tharkay makes it to Peking intact with the news of Napoleon’s imminent invasion of Russia. Which would be all well and good, except that Laurence isn’t very intact himself.

which is like everything by sere (This_is_Sere) (G, 3k, 2024) Post-canon Laurence accidentally breaks Tharkay's heart a little, and put it back together in the sweetest way possible

A chance remark from Granby provokes an excess of feeling in Tharkay.

The Reward of Service by yunitsa/@pamphilia (T, 4k, 2016) A lovely post-canon get-together fic, where Granby puts his foot in it a little and realizations are had

‘It is no good asking me,’ Laurence said at last, pushing the pattern-book away over breakfast, ‘I am not the one–’ Not the one who would be living with the result, he had been about to say. But they had hardly accepted Tharkay’s invitation as casual houseguests.

A Soft Dawn by corvile (G, 2k, 2015) A soft and sweet Tongues of Serpents-era fic, featuring accidental spooning, self-introspection, and maybe the most romantic hand-holding known to man

Upon thinking on this feeling of jealousy, Tharkay has done some rather clever intuitive leaps involving situations both real and imagined, and he's come to a rather curious conclusion: he's a little in love with William Laurence.

all flowers in time by lastwingedthing (E, 7k, 2017) A splendid post-canon get-together where it's Laurence who pines after an oblivious Tharkay, rather than the other way around. Also, sex!

The consolations of possession.

Ship's Gossip by Spatz/@cactusspatz (M, 6k, 2019) AU where Laurence takes up Tharkay's offer to become a privateer and Tharkay joins Laurence on the ship; Laurence learns some things about Tharkay, and then about himself

Laurence is beginning to enjoy life as a privateer - though he cannot figure out why Tharkay should still be sailing out with them - when Temeraire decides to ask him about sodomy.

WILLIAM LAURENCE/NAPOLEON BONAPARTE

Dearest William by WerewolvesAreReal/@werewolves-are-real (T, 23k, 2016) Laurence and Napoleon are pen pals! Riotously funny, until it's heartbreaking

Napoleon sends a letter to the upstart sea-captain who stole his dragon, Laurence sends one back, and a correspondence begins under the uneasy eye of the admiralty. When Laurence had admitted the matter to Granby his lieutenant exclaimed, “God, does Boney want you drawn and quartered as a traitor?” which seems perfectly possible.

i sing of arms and the man by Jack_R (M, 21k, 2020) Ancient Rome AU (and really good dragon-related worldbuilding)! Laurence longs for the days of the Roman Republic, but Rome's new emperor is rather adept at persuasion

‘You think me a far worthier man than I am,’ he says, then. ‘No,’ Napoleone says, softly, ‘I don’t think I do at all.’

L'envoyé céleste triomphant de la Maladie. Antoine-Jean Gros (1813) by VerdetCadet/@verdet-cadet (G, 3k, 2023) A League of Dragons captured-by-Napoleon fic involving a rather appalling painting and Tharkay and Granby being the world's funniest wingmen (ha)

"Given what he has done with the barest civility on my part, I cannot think what he would do with the least encouragement." “Oh, no?” said Granby innocently, a sentiment that provoked a raised eyebrow from Tharkay over his glass, and in Laurence, a strangeness in the pit of his stomach. Or: Napoleon is an enthusiastic patron of the arts. Laurence's best friends lovingly suss out his willingness to bone Napoleon for political gain and strategic expediency.

Ordinance of Fate by by WerewolvesAreReal/@werewolves-are-real (T, 13k (WIP), 2022) *slamming hand on table rythmically* soulmate AU soulmate AU soulmate AU soulmate AU

The name comes when he is 15, and Laurence hides it immediately. Then at the age of 22 Laurence reads a letter from an old shipmate who writes that “the troops in Italy were routed by some new General of theirs, Napoleon Bonaparte-"

Doctrine on Worship by Kangoo/@youngster-monster (G, 6k, 2021) AU where Laurence becomes a priest instead of joining the Navy, and meets Temeraire anyway - but Temeraire's captain takes an interest in his dragon's new friend

“You do not strike me as a man well versed in selfishness. Perhaps you ought to try it; you might find it easier to understand my presence then." In which Laurence made a different choice, a long time ago, which changes very little in the long run.

OTHER SHIPS

Tender Like a Bruise by VerdetCadet/@verdet-cadet (T, 5k, 2024) Granby/Little - Granby struggles with the shame and trauma of losing his arm; Augustine Little is there for him

It is not a good time to be short an arm, if there ever was such a thing. Granby has always prided himself on his competence and his easy good cheer. Now, at a stroke, he finds himself lacking in both.

revelry by WerewolvesAreReal/@werewolves-are-real (E, 2k, 2018) Tharkay/Laurence/Granby/Little - Post-canon Tharkay & Laurence invite Granby & Little over to visit, delightful and unabashedly voyueristic sexytimes ensue

Little suddenly turns away and throws himself down on the couch where Laurence previously sat, drunkenness making him stumble a little. He leans heavily against Tharkay, who doesn't mind, and tosses Granby a jaunty salute. “Now you must kiss him, John. I know how long you have wanted to; you will always regret it if you do not."

What comfort I can by VerdetCadet/@verdet-cadet (M, 5k, 2023) Laurence/Granby - Amnesiac!Laurence has suspicions about the nature of his relationship with Granby. Second in a two-part series, part one is also splendid! I just have a fatal weakness for the amnesia era ok

The truth of Laurence's treason comes out while Laurence is still aboard the Potentate. Laurence's half formed memories are just there enough for dangerous conjecture. Granby is there to offer what comfort he can.

That Dare Not Speak Its Name by WerewolvesAreReal/@werewolves-are-real (E, 11k (WIP), 2024) Laurence/Granby - Laurence covers for Little and Granby and discoveries are made. The dialogue and introspection are so very delicious I'm SO INVESTED AUGH

After an incriminating letter is discovered, Granby is caught out as an invert – and everyone knows his lover is another captain. Since the companion of a common Yellow Reaper would not be spared the noose, Laurence declares that it's him. Over time, he starts to wish it really were.

Uncharted by novembersmith/@novembersmith (E, 5k, 2009) Laurence/Granby/Tharkay - Laurence and Granby are together and Tharkay is mortified, until he's given quite good reason not to be

Tharkay had had the dubious pleasure of watching Laurence and Granby being blissfully in love for several weeks now.

Foibles by VerdetCadet/@verdet-cadet (M, 3k, 2023) Laurence/Tharkay and Laurence/Napoleon, sort of - Tharkay likes roleplaying and Laurence is not displeased by the role Tharkay takes on this time

Tharkay, faced with an inconvenience he was forced to endure or a problem his mind could not set aside, found his ease by simply Not Being Tharkay for a time.

An Alchemy of Character by PepperHoney (G, 7k, 2023) Tharkay/Granby - Tharkay and Granby compete for Laurence's affections, until they find a more fulfilling use of their time

Granby and Tharkay have been watching each other court Laurence to no avail for years now. It's something of a game between them, truly, one whose success they don't really believe in anymore. It takes a long journey aboard the Allegiance for them to realise--perhaps, if Laurence can't be reached, someone else can.

GEN

Smooth Water All Our Days by 20thcenturyvole (T, 37k, 2021) Technically Laurence/Tharkay (and they're lovely here) but much more gen-focused. Post-canon, Laurence, with his family's help, gets Temeraire's political career off the ground; meanwhile, Tharkay investigates a conspiracy. Also, parties!

Laurence desires nothing more than to retire to Tharkay's estate and help Temeraire get to Parliament, for what more could he want than a place in Britain with space enough for a dragon, and the company of a dear friend? But wars rarely end so neatly. Bellicose lords, Bourbon princes, errant heirs and shadowy forces threaten to undermine the very peace that Laurence and Temeraire fought to obtain, and ruin the happiness that Laurence was just beginning to glimpse.

remember (you deserve this) by WerewolvesAreReal/@werewolves-are-real (T, 10k, 2018) Laurence finds a different way to punish himself for the treason. Superb angst (mind the tags), and the last line of this fic d e s t r o y e d me

Laurence is pardoned for Temeraire's sake, but he manages to punish himself anyway.

Animal Husbandry by WerewolvesAreReal/@werewolves-are-real (G, 11k, 2017) Laurence is told that Temeraire accepted Dayes as his captain, but Laurence cannot forget the dragon he's lost.

Weeks after finding a dragon egg in the Amitie’s hold William Laurence reluctantly turns away and lets the Corps take Temeraire - but he doesn’t return to the Navy. He’s not an aviator, but somehow Laurence still ends up going down in history as the instigator behind the Great Dragon Rebellion of ‘06.

Captains by StrangerWithMyFace/@agentem (G, 2k, 2010) Perscitia (my beloved!!!) has a rough day; Wellington, in his roundabout way, is there to cheer her up. I am weak for Perscitia and Wellington bonding weak i say

Perscitia encounters two men at the London covert, and one of them is her captain.

Forays Into Human Sexuality (or whatever Laurence is doing) by WerewolvesAreReal/@werewolves-are-real (G, 1k, 2024) Laurence finds out that no, actually, not every man is secretly a repressed bisexual

Laurence says, “It is wholly natural, anyway, with no women around.”

[frostyblustar]

Final day of Percico week: Soulmate AU

(Day 7 of Percico week, prompts by @percico-nicercy-events )

Tw: Major character death ayee have fun

Nico held his sword tightly, but it was difficult with the tiredness in his bone. He had shadow traveled a decent way away from Camp Half-Blood, aiming to get to Camp Jupiter. He wasn’t anticipating any monsters, but he really should have. It was easy to think of everything he did wrong as he fought the beast in front of him.

Just as he was about to plunge his weapon into the chest of the creature, something plunged into his. He felt it stab through him, and looking down he could see the end of whatever stabbed him from behind. He was thrown to the ground, discarded. A nearly identical beast had snuck up behind him, and he felt like such an idiot.

He was given time to think as the creatures left him to die, a small gift given to him. Though it could also be a curse, maybe dying instantly would be better than the pain coursing through his body, distracting him from coherent final thoughts.

He was going to miss everyone, and he wished he died in a more heroic fashion. Some big sacrifice would have been nice, maybe to save someone he loved, but no. He wasn’t so lucky.

Selfishly, he wished Percy were here with him. Someone to hold him as he dies would have brought him some comfort, but all he had here was cold grass. Cold, and pain.

The pain in Percy’s chest started as a dull ache, and he briefly brushed it off. It was a nice day at Camp Half-Blood, and he was training the younger campers in sword fighting. His boyfriend was absent, since he was paying a visit to Camp Jupiter today, but otherwise it was a good day.

It was surprising that Nico was his soulmate, but it made so much sense as soon as the realization hit him. Soulmates shared pain, so if Nico was hurt in battle, Percy felt it. He didn’t feel anything till Nico got out of the Lotus Hotel, and then he would consistently get odd pains.

He realized who his soulmate was when Nico was in the jar. The hunger ate at him constantly, and no food would curve it. This only made him more desperate to save Nico.

Percy wanted to save Nico from everything, even when he knew Nico could save himself.

The chest pain was getting worse, and Percy had to hand off the responsibility of teaching the kids to Annabeth, telling her he wasn’t feeling well. Which was the truth, but he wasn’t sure why. Why did it feel like something was stabbing him?

He sat down just as the pain became unbearable. Percy gasped, hunching forward with his chest on his knees. Squeezing his eyes shut, he realized what the cause could be. Staring into the darkness behind his eyelids, he was reminded of his boyfriend. Something happened to Nico, he could feel it, the pain was tearing away at him.

“All he told you was that he was feeling sick?” Will asked, following Annabeth over to where Percy was passed out on a bench. She nodded, kneeling by his side.

“He seemed fine enough, but then I saw him collapse…” She sounded guilty, but Will was sure she hadn’t missed anything. Annabeth was highly intuitive, and could assess Percy’s pain pretty well. This had to be sudden.

Will tasked Annabeth with helping him get Percy to the infirmary, and then he assessed Percy. He looked over everything again and again, but he couldn’t find anything irregular. Even the man’s temperature was normal.

He let the man rest for a while, going about his other tasks. He was walking past Percy’s assigned room, transporting bandages to another Apollo cabin member, when he heard crying. Will quickly gave the bandages over to someone and went into the room. “Percy?”

It was hard to make out anything between Percy’s sobs, his head buried into his knees. But Will swore he heard, “He’s dead. He has to be.”

No visible injuries or ailments… And he passed out…

Will drew a conclusion quickly. He had seen many soulmates cause pain, and this one was distinct.

“Percy, we don’t know for sure-“

“Will, he’s dead. We need to find him—“ Percy scooted off the bed, but Will put a hand out before he could go any further.

“Are you still in pain?”

Percy kept his gaze to the floor, “No, and that’s what scares me.” His voice broke.

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[vinylfoxbooks]

July 15 - Accept | @jegulus-microfic | wc: 1066 Part 11 of Medium!James AU Previous Part | First Part

“My ring broke.” Regulus says as he walks into the Gryffindor dorm, holding the ring that James gave him. 

James hums and sits up, “Can I see it?” Regulus nods and walks over to their bed, sitting on it near them and handing over the ring. They furrow their brows, “That’s…”

“I know, I’ve never had a ring break like that, not even wire ones.”

“How did it break?” Sirius asks, peering at the ring in their hands. 

James shows him with a tilt of their hand, “It broke down the middle. Like the crystal came out of the wrapping and the metal… snapped.” 

“That’s never happened.” Pete says, making the others jump as they figured that he was asleep, “You’ve given me so many of those rings before and only the early ones had the crystals fall from the wrapping.”

“And they’ve never snapped like that.” James shakes their head, “And I wrap them secure… This is weird.”

“So it probably means something.” Regulus hums. 

James nods, “Yeah, but the question is what. I want to have you try scrying but…” they look up, taking a deep breath, “I’m trying to figure out the best way for him to do it.”

“You could always have him do bone scrying.” Pete hums, “You like to do that, and I think it fits the Black family more.”

They nod after a second or two, “Yeah, and I like bone scrying when I’m talking to my spirit guides. Reg, would you be willing to do a scrying session?”

“I’m not good at divination.”

“That’s alright,” James smiles, standing up and walking to their trunk, “You don’t have to be, I can help you with it.” They pull out a small, black velvet bag and a rolled up velvet placemat. They set the objects down on the ground and sit down, groaning. Regulus stands up and joins them on the floor, sitting near them. “I’ve got about 15 bones in this bag,” They say, pulling out a bunch of small-ish bones from the bag and placing them gently on the placemat, “You’re going to take as many as you want, put the others aside, and throw them onto the placemat. You don’t have to do it aggressively, just enough to spread them out a bit, then tell me what shapes you see and I’ll help you figure out what the bones are trying to say. Make sure that, when you throw them, you’re thinking of your question.”

Regulus nods and takes about 8 bones in his hands, allowing James to put the others back in the bag, “So what kind of question should I think of?”

“Something like what the warning is, if there’s someone trying to warn you, or if your spirit guide wants to say something. When we have more of an idea, we can ask a couple more questions.” Regulus nods again and tosses the bones in his hand onto the placemat, watching them settle. When the movement has stopped, James hums, “Now, tell me what shapes you see. Triangles, crosses, just lines, parallel lines, everything. And what question you asked the bones.”

“I asked what the warning was.” Regulus says before pointing at an upside down triangle that he sees, “There’s a triangle, that’s a cross, there’s like a T shape, and that’s just a long bone.” Just now does Regulus notice that there are small markings on the bones. 

“Sitting horizontally.” James nods, “I’ll just tell you what each of these shapes typically represent and you can draw your own conclusions. Just use your intuition. Your first gut is the correct one.” They wait until Regulus nods his understanding before they start listing off the shapes, “An upside down triangle means influence or something shrinking away and the sigils on the bone mean childhood, family, and power. A cross means that there’s a strong wish and the bones in it are my love and passion bones, A t-shape means that the top bone, which is the woman bone, is blocking the vertical one, another love one. And a lone bone sitting horizontally typically means some sort of feminine energy, and it’s another power sigil. Does any of that make sense?” 

Regulus thinks for a while before he hears Sirius gasp behind him, “Oh shit.”

“What?” He asks, turning to his brother.

Sirius stands up and walks towards them, crouching down by the placemat. He holds his hand over the triangle, “Mother’s power over you is shrinking.” He moves his hand to the cross, “You’ve got a strong wish for love, platonic, familial, romantic, or whatever.” Then he points to the t-shape, “Mother is stopping your ability to love, and…” then he moves his hand to the lone bone, “Mother is going to do something.”

“Like show up to the train station.” Regulus concludes, looking up at Sirius, “She’s going to be there to make sure that I’m actually at Hogwarts and not going somewhere over the holidays. She refuses to accept that I'm actually planning to stay at Hogwarts.”

“Shit.” Pete swears, “That’ll be an issue.”

“Not if we give him the cloak before we get off the train station. With enough chaos I doubt anyone would notice the cloak as long as we get around carefully.” Remus hums, “I know that you don’t like bringing it when you leave on holidays, but…”

James nods, “It might be our best bet to get him safely off the train.” 

“Wait,” Regulus interrupts, “What cloak?”

“I have an invisibility cloak.” James explains.

“You have an invisibility cloak?” Regulus asks once again, “Is that how you guys get around the school without getting caught?”

“That and another thing.” Sirius shrugs, “But that’s its own can of worms.”

“Either way,” James interjects, “We’ll need to bring the cloak so Regulus can get off the train without running into Walburga. Reg, you’ll have to tell your friends about it, which I’m sure they know that you’re going with us, just in case she asks them since if she’s going to be there, she’ll want to catch you in a lie.”

Remus nods, “And before we get off the train, you’ll have to come to our room so you can get off with us and we can give you the cloak without anybody finding out about it.”

Regulus nods, “I can do that. I’ll… I’ll talk to my friends tonight.”

Next Part

[jjmorelikeotp]

Mir ist gerade was krasses aufgefallen;

Wenn man sich die drei Fragezeichen und ihre Dynamik ansieht, und sich fragt, warum dieses ganze Ding so funktioniert wie es tut, ist der einzige ,,Fall", den sie ,,nicht lösen", ihre Freundschaft, denn die macht genauso viel Sinn, wie sie es nicht tut.

Oder, in einfachen Worten:

Justus ist der Kopf der Sache - alles muss logisch sein, kalkuliert, irgendwann lösbar.

Er hasst ungelöste Rätsel und er kann es nicht ausstehen, etwas nicht zu befreifen.

Soweit so gut.

Dann kommen da aber zwei Freunde daher:

Peter, der eigentlich auf den ersten Blick eher radikal spontan und impulsiv handelt, sehr emotional ist, dazu noch abergläubisch, das genaue Gegenteil zu Justus, und obendrein völlig random dann doch statt seine oft alles überstehende Panik zur Seite schiebt um komplett waghalsige Dinge zu tun, und das wie selbstverständlich.

Und dann Bob, der wahrscheinlich von den dreien den größten Abstand zwischen Oberflächlichkeit und tiefer sitzender ernsthaftigkeit hat, erst der stille Bücherwurm und dann plötzlich Charmeur, grübelnd, aber über andere Sachen als Justus, booksmart, aber eher aus organisatorischen Gründen als aus dem Wunsch heraus, alles Wissen aufsaugen zu wollen.

Auf deutsch: Die beiden machen für Justus keinen SINN.

Ihre Systeme laufen so komplett anders als die von Justus, dass ich fast sagen würde, ihre Freundschaft ist nur deswegen entstanden, weil sie eben in ihren grundtiefen Kernen komplett anders sind. Jaja, Gegensätze ziehen sich an.

ABER.

So sehr die drei auch diskutieren, so sehr Justus auch auf Peter schimpft, er lässt ihn sein wie er ist. Sie sind Freunde, obwohl die beiden wohl das größte ungelöste Rätsel für Justus überhaupt sind.

Peter, der intuitive, emotional intelligente Typ (never let them know your next move der Typ hat einfach einen fucking Bären gezähmt like was)

Und Bob, der Charmeur und Frauenexperte.

Zwei Dinge, die für Justus einfach keinen Sinn ergeben. Was meint ihr, wie oft er versucht haben muss, die beiden zu analysieren. Und bei seiner Reserviertheit, was seinen inneren Kreis angeht, stellt euch mal vor wie verwundert er gewesen sein muss, dass sie wieder und wieder kamen und tatsächlich seine Freunde wurden.

Was hat er denn zu hören bekommen?

Dass er nervig ist, nicht klugscheißen soll, nicht so geschwollen reden soll, dass er zu hochnäsig ist und alles besser weiß, dass keiner ihn versteht. Und das als Kind ohne Eltern.

Und obwohl auch Peter & Bob das immer wieder sagen, sind sie seine Freunde. Sie halten es aus, und das meiner Meinung nach eben nur, weil sie zu dritt sind. Es gleicht sich alles aus.

Wäre Bob nicht da, wären Peter und Justus vermutlich Erzfeinde geworden, die sich böse auf dem Schulhof ankeifen. Wäre Justus nicht da, hätten Peter und Bob vermutlich nie miteinander zu tun gehabt - Himbo & Nerd, einer immer draußen der andere immer in der Bib. Wäre Peter nicht da, wären Bob und Justus zu langweilig, zu eintönig, und hätten sich vermutlich auf dauer kaum etwas zu sagen, besonders, weil der Frauenteil in Bobs Leben Justus eher verunsichert, und das mag er gar nicht.

Peter und Bob sind die Mysterien, die Justus so sein lässt wie sie sind. Er hat sich an sie gewöhnt.

In Conclusion, Justus ist der Plan, Peter bringt das Ganze in Schwung, und Bob gleicht alles Aus. Justus der Pfeil, Peter der Bogen, und Bob der rote Punkt der Zielscheibe.

Wirklich, die Freundschaft ist so wholesome.

[theofficialpresidentofmars]

lrt been thinking again about a Hamlet Swap AU, this time about the logistics of Laertes and Ophelia sharing the Hamlet and Horatio roles of the original play. Slightly more emphasis on an Ophelia/Hamlet parallel, but both get to play the part.

Haven’t really worked things out, but the basic gist is that it’s likelier to be set in a more modern era, with both having lost their mother at a young age and having varying relationships with Polonius. But one day, Polonius dies of seemingly natural causes, and both are left in shock and grief.

Ophelia finds out, somehow, and quite probably in a non-ghost more actual-evidence manner that Polonius’s death was murder, more specifically murder via Claudius (that might have actually been an attempt to murder Hamlet Sr that went wrong). However, the evidence she finds is possibly coincidental and not conclusive enough to immediately jump to capital vengeance, so after telling Laertes of her discovery, the two agree that they must find some way to properly prove it.

Ophelia hasn’t been in a particularly good state of mind after the death of her father, but she decides she’s going to pretend to be perfectly fine and that she doesn’t need help in order to get people off her back so she can explore her theories further.

All the while, Ophelia’s boyfriend Hamlet notices that she’s putting up an emotional wall and tries to talk to her. His dad’s alive and well, and besides the fact that his girlfriend’s been in a spot of misery lately and he’s only just gotten back from Wittenberg to be able to comfort her, he’s doing otherwise just fine. He’d come prepared, having asked his good friend Horatio for advice on how to empathise with those who’d lost loved ones, and Horatio had warned him that she might act different and could counter-intuitively, possibly need space. Also Horatio is totally in love with Hamlet. So Hamlet does give her some space eventually, but he’s really concerned.

Gertrude also tries to talk to Ophelia, but she brushes her off. Laertes, who’s been less present in the story so far because he’s been off trying to figure out how to gather evidence, comes back with news of something new that might help them.

This is where I start to have less details figured out.

Hamlet eventually confronts Ophelia, desperate to try and help her, and she’s alllllmost contemplating telling him the truth and asking for his help when she realises they’re being watched, by she assumes either Claudius, Gertrude, Hamlet Sr, or some combination, and so she decides not to. Instead, she yells at him, accusing him of being a terrible person and not being there for her and then not leaving her alone when she asks, for only wanting to get in her pants (i’ll totally explore her objectification in this one too and this will be relevant even if it’s not really true I prommy), and almost insinuating that she’s seeing someone else in order to break his heart and get him to move on, hopefully leave, because she knows things are about to get messy. It looks like it might work, and he’s super sad about it.

Blah blah blah, equivalent of the Mousetrap, Ophelia and someone else (possibly Laertes, probably Hamlet, possibly someone else from around the castle) talk, and Hamlet Sr, hiding in the curtains, gets stabbed. Hamlet finds the body (if he wasn’t the one to talk to Ophelia in the previous scene) with Ophelia, freaks out, goes to find someone to tell them about it and walks in on his mother and his uncles totes having an affair (yikes). It’s no wonder he goes mad.

Ophelia is sent away, and Hamlet is forced to stay. He does sort of lose his marbles a little bit, but instead of singing and giving out flowers like Ophelia, he rambles about death and talks nonsensically to himself in the court. And by ‘talks nonsensically’, I mean reverts to speaking in only direct quotes from the original Shakespearean play in this modern adaptation. see Gertrude or someone remarking on how he’s clearly lost his mind and is speaking nonsense all while Hamlet is clearly and obviously reciting the ‘to be or not to be’ speech to himself.

Horatio comes quickly from England, but the very night he gets there, he’s pulled aside by Marcellus to deal with something on the roof. That something is Hamlet, shivering and wide-eyed, talking about the ghost of his father. Horatio can’t stop the prince as he follows, slips, and falls off to his death.

Meanwhile Ophelia doesn’t have a Royal Sigil on her, but she does have a brother, and Laertes comes and helps bust her out during her transport, takes care of the messengers, and brings her back to the castle. The two seal their fates together, and vow revenge.

That’s pretty much where I’ve thought up to (there WILL be a fistfight in the grave between Horatio and Ophelia about who loved Hamlet more) but yeah it’s just for the sillies

[vibke]

(Slowly turning PV into an anime) ฅ•ω•ฅ

Honestly this weekend everything was falling out of my hands, the drawings were just terrible and I thought I'd just give up. But I came to the conclusion that depression wouldn't help me get better, so I decided to draw something cute. Also there are some facts about my AU PV:

His eyes can see, but they are extremely sensitive to light, so he prefers to keep them closed

He is very sensitive to magic of any kind, so he can see the world around him even without the help of sight. According to the magical aura that every living being has, he can understand everything about his interlocutor

He knows Braille and reads books in it

His emotions are slightly blunted, since childhood he used to learn to understand the emotions of others and adopt them

But now Pure Vanilla has a keen sense of empathy, allowing him to intuitively understand the emotions and struggles of those around him, offering quiet support and compassion to those in need

when he is interested in something, he unconsciously turns his head slightly to the side

he has extremely low self-esteem, he considers himself useless and without value

He considers the life of any creature to be a treasure that no one has the right to take away

He likes to spend time in nature alone with himself, enjoying quiet moments of peace

He can't stand loud noises, they make him feel sick and dizzy

Pure Vanilla's connection to nature runs deep, as he has a special affinity for tending to the fairy kingdom's enchanted gardens, nurturing vibrant blooms and whispering secrets to the ancient trees that dot the landscape

(pls tell me if there are any good educational videos about shadows (everywhere) and folds (on clothes), now I draw them purely on intuition :">

[lindisworld]

Close || Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary - Soulmate Au! In which [Name] has Daredevil as a soulmate and Matt unwillingly wants [Name] in his life. However Fate does its job and always brings them together.

Chapter two.

[Name] was cuddled up in bed, she was cocooned in her blanket. She scrolled through countless of news articles. One that was uploaded an hour ago talking about the recent mass killings in a place not too far from her. Replicas of the stories went on, some with different narratives but all coming to the conclusion it’s another Fisk wannabe or a terrorist. 

Once Fisk was taken down and exposed of his illegal activities, people thought it was the end. No more hell breaking loose. Though, it doesn’t seem to be the case. 

Minute by minute, more articles were published. People were posting questions online if any information was leaked or any one knew anything. Citizens were the last to know until it’s too late. The firsts would be police and the list goes on. However, people don’t have much faith within the government considering the amount of people who were exposed during the Fisk scandal. 

[Name] felt warm substance drip from the side of her head, as she instantly unraveled herself from her blanket and ran straight to the bathroom. She looked into the mirror but was interrupted by a loud bang from her rooftop. 

Her heart sank as she quickly washes away the blood, checking for any gashes that could be found on her face and head. Luckily, nothing was wrong. She couldn’t ignore the gut feeling that compelled her to investigate what the loud noise was. She began to walk back to her bedroom into bed, pretending she didn’t hear anything. It’s late at night and she certainly doesn’t want to leave the safety of her room. However a feeling in her stomach was suffocating her within seconds. The sensation grew stronger and more intense. 

Before she knew it, she was heading towards the rooftop. It was as though an invisible force guided her every step, the feeling still gnawing at her but not as strong as it was before. The more she walked closer to the rooftop, the feeling subdued. Her mind running through every logic and reasoning as to why she shouldn’t be allowed on the rooftop around late at night. 

With the amount of crimes that has been occurring, this isn’t the safest thing to do. [Name]’s heart hammers against her chest, sending an urge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. It was the only thing keeping her on her feet. The throbbing sensation around her temples intensified into a full blown headache. 

She inhales a deep breath, trying to calm her heart down, her fingers making contact with the cold doorknob that leads the way onto the rooftop. With the turning of the door and a slight push, the door opens slowly. The emptiness of the rooftop was evident. It taken her eyes a few seconds to adjust to the dark, the moon providing little to none lighting.

[Name] seen a silhouette of a man who laid unconscious on the ground. She stood in the same spot frozen, thousands of alarm bells ringing in her ear indicating she might be at risk. She tried to convince herself to leave and act as if she didn’t see anything. 

Despite the obvious signs of danger, her gut intuition returns in a more intense way, almost in a nauseating sense. Something that just screamed at her to help the man. Cautiously she began taking small steps towards the figure, her intakes of breaths becoming more quick and labored. [Name] needed to relax before she passed out from hyperventilation. 

“What do I even do?”  She mumbled under her breath before kneeling beside the man. It was the so called Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. However he renamed himself as Daredevil. It was obvious blood was seeping out of his mask. [Name] built the courage to pick up the man, who weighed probably more than her. The suit probably putting a little more weight to him. 

[Name] coincidentally encountered a video of firefighter demonstrating on how to properly pick up a person who’s unconscious. She repeated the firefighter’s steps through her head like a mantra. It took her a couple of tries, before successfully carrying Daredevil into her apartment. She still struggled with his weight when she reached her door. 

She cursed herself under her breath, once again trying several times to open the door. This was one of the most eye opening things to experience. Which includes the world calling her weak in several ways.

[Name] stumbles inside her apartment, making way to her couch as she gently sets Daredevil on her couch. She lets out a tired huff and walks into her bathroom, grabbing the necessities she needs to take care of the Devil who’s present in her living room. On her way out, she grabs a few clean cloths and a sanitized bowl which she filled with lukewarm water in her kitchen sink. 

[Name] sets everything on the table, putting on a pair of fresh surgical gloves. A sigh escapes past her lips more times than she can count. 

Her fingers traced over the horns and the crack that was in the middle of the mask. Something must’ve broken it. The quality felt expensive and professionally made, it gave another layer of protection to his head. Her fingers landed at the edge of the mask, ready to pull Daredevil’s mask off, until a hand reached over hers, stopping her in the process. 

“N-no.” the man’s deep voice groggily said, his voice an octave lower, almost like it was forced to keep his real voice hidden. Despite the silence after, his hand gave a firm yet tender squeeze to [Name]’s hand, almost in a way pleading for her not to take off the mask without needing to use any words. 

“You’re bleeding from your head, mister. It needs to be treated so it doesn’t get infected, please let me check it out.” [Name] retaliates against his plea, “if you’re worry about your identity. I won’t tell anyone.” She adds, hoping she’s convincing enough.

Daredevil let out a cough, blood trickling down his chin. Out of instinct, [Name] dipped a clean cloth in the lukewarm water, cleaning the blood off of his lips. Her eyes filled with worry, if she can’t get access to his face, how can she help?

[Name] continued to drag the cloth around his mouth area, keep it clean from any more blood. “You won’t let me help, the least you can do is rest on my couch until you’re better to get home.” She states, now cleaning the mask from the blood that may have spilled on it, not knowing if it’s his or someone else’s.

Her eyes skimmed the rest of Daredevil’s body, checking for any more injuries. Not that anything was visible with his body suit. “Your mask is off limits, can I check for any injuries on your body? Nothing weird of course.” She quickly says the last part, making sure Daredevil doesn’t take her as a pervert or anything of the sort. 

If only Matt wasn’t so badly hurt from the fight, he would surely joke and tease her about it. Matt opted on giving her a nod of approval, allowing her hands to fiddle with his suit before she gently pulled it off of his body. Matt took note of her gentleness of her hands, yet no matter how much they trembled out of anxiety, she still kept a calm and collected demeanor. 

When Matt was shot in the head, his mask giving him the protection he needed. He didn’t expect to land on [Name]’s rooftop, let alone having her come up to take him to her apartment. He felt every single body ache as she helped him wiggle him out of the suit. A groan leaving his lips every once and awhile. 

Matt believed soulmates were a curse, especially him having one. He willingly subjected [Name] through countless of beatings, most nights were of him laying in his apartment with seas of bruises skittered along his body. On fatal occasions, Matt receiving a few stab wounds. The aftermath would require Claire having to stitch him up, but the question remained; who was there for [Name] to mend her wounds? 

“Thank you,” Daredevil mustered up the strength to say, “I appreciate you doing this for me.” 

[Name] shook her head, “it’s the least I could do for you.” She responds with a worried smile. “I have some clothes that might fit you. Don’t think the suit is comfortable right now.”

She got up from her spot and went to her room, rummaging through her cabinet, looking for a specific pair of shorts and a jacket.  Once the items were found, she walked back to the living room, gently setting the clothes down. 

“I got a jacket and shorts, the jacket is when you’re ready to leave and want to keep your head covered. Shorts is so you’re comfortable.” [Name] explains, before nudging his arm, “I’ll put the jacket first so you’re not cold at night.” She says. 

“You could’ve left me out there, why didn’t you?” Matt questions, his muscles ached as he gently laid back down once the jacket was on him. He heard [Name] get up and rustle around a nearby closet, grabbing a blanket for him. 

“To be honest, something my intuition told me to save you. I wouldn’t know what to call it, mister.” [Name] responds. Hearing her call him mister was amusing to say the least. Matt wanted to keep on talking, however his body was suggesting something different. His body needed to recuperate and relax. In [Name]’s home, he felt a sense of security. 

[Name] didn’t know that he also felt the same intuition in his gut, something that told him to stay awake until she comes. He had already sensed her presence, the minute her heart was pounding. Matt swore to himself to never let [Name] know his true identity. 

Matt’s body kept him awake for this long. His tiredness got the best of him as his eyes fluttered shut, his conscious slipping into pure bliss.

[Name] was hoping for a respond back but instead she got silence. She peek over at Daredevil and let out her final sigh of the night, putting a blanket over him. [Name] knew by the morning, he’d be gone.

                               

[Name] was right, Daredevil left by the morning. Once the sun was up, he gathered all the strength to leave her apartment, leaving nothing except for a weapon. It looked like a baton which must’ve slipped out of his suit when she helped him out of it. She picked up the item and gently placed it on her living room table, [Name] assumed Daredevil might pay her a visit once he’s well enough to come get his weapon back. 

Even before she woke up, Matt's ears were met with the unmistakable sound of someone he knew well, scrambling up the staircase. The familiarity of his best friend’s heart beat, Foggy Nelson. It was perfect timing as Foggy seen Matt leaning against the wall, immediately going to support Matt’s body. His body’s been through enough trauma and knocked out unconscious. This time Foggy taking Matt under his safety back to Matt’s apartment. 

An hour has passed since Daredevil’s disappearance in [Name]’s apartment and her making it to work right on time. It was slow this morning, people weren’t in the mood to be out and about after a massacre happened somewhere in the city. [Name] sent home all her staff, it made sense to close up the store midday. It wasn’t uncommon for slow days like these. Almost little to none customers walking in. So in the meantime, it was just her and the random person in the coffee shop.

[Name] built in a tv near the corner of the shop for any customers who would watch the news as they drank their coffee. [Name] also recognized the importance of staying up-to-date with current events in Hell’s Kitchen. 

“It’s a bit hellish out there,” A man grumbled, his eyes focusing on the coffee cup displayed in front of him, “They got what they deserved.” He says with a scoff, his expression a mix of amusement and derision, as if finding satisfaction in witnessing the repercussions that he believed were rightfully deserved.

[Name] jolted out of her concentration, her eyes still focused on the tv, but still acknowledged the man. “It was gang related, they now just confirmed it. People thought it was a terrorist or Fisk wannabe who killed them. ” She mumbles loud enough for the man to hear. 

“People make believe a bunch a shit they wanna hear instead of the truth,” The man responds.

“Shit, the gangs bought illegal activities to Hell’s Kitchen. Whether it’s drugs, guns, sex trafficking or money laundering, hell there’s probably more inhumane things they do without the public knowing.” [Name] explains, “Fisk is gone and everything criminal related is a free for all.”

”The innocent people who get murdered for getting in the crossfire of gangs isn’t fair, you know. Their lives shouldn’t be cut short because they were there in the wrong time. Someone needs to put the gang’s ass to the ground.” [Name] rants, the man listens attentively to her. His face emotionless, she couldn’t dictate what he was thinking. Whether or not, she gave her opinion to the wrong person. 

“Everyone who was involved will get their ending. They’re definitely getting what’s coming. It’s unfinished business.” He said almost in a menacing tone, he voiced anger, not towards her but towards someone else. 

“Maybe I oughta join the people who’s murdering them, I know damn well police ain’t doing anything.” [Name] jokes, knowing she wouldn’t take another human’s life. Let alone live a life of a criminal. The man lets out a dry chuckle at her response.

“Name’s Frank.” Frank briefly said and takes another gulp of his now cold coffee. “ I’m [Name].” She introduces herself and gave him a pleasant smile.

“In under different circumstances, we would’ve been great friends.” Frank truthfully told her which causes [Name] to raise a brow. Different circumstances? She didn’t bother to question and brewed another pot of coffee.

“Here’s another hot coffee, we’ve been talking for awhile. Coffee must’ve gotten cold. Don’t worry about paying. It’s on the house.” [Name] said, filling another cup of hot coffee once it beeped indicating it did it’s job. She placed the cup in front of him, warning him that it’s hot. 

“Thanks.” Frank said, blowing into the cup, trying to cool it down enough to drink. “For the free coffee. Also you got the right mindset. Not many people see it the way I do.” He added.

“Yeah, no problem Frank. Some people are close minded, defending the wrong side.” [Name] said casually, as she reached out to take the cold coffee from his sight and promptly carry it to the sink located nearby. Suddenly ringing invaded her ears. She brushed it off without much concern as it was a common occurrence. It didn’t fully affect her until when she saw Frank’s mouth move in motion yet she was unable to comprehend his words. 

Her brows furrows in confusion, she grabs the tv remote, turning up the volume. [Name]’s heart races in a panic, quickly rushing towards Frank. She gets his attention with finger snaps, she pointed towards her ears and shook her head. Every movement she did, her ears didn’t pick it up. It was just an uncomfortable silence.

“I-I can’t hear.” [Name]’s voice trembles, tears brimming her eyes. It’s one thing when her ears ring, but it’s another thing when she can’t hear anything around her. She didn’t know how to function with her sense of hearing gone. [Name] grabs her phone, calling Marci who was on speed dial. 

“Hello?” Marci answers the phone on the first ring, Frank cleared his throat and grabbed the phone from [Name]. 

“Your friend, something’s wrong with her. Need you to come check on her.” Frank kept it short, he didn’t want to waste any time on getting [Name]’s help. Even if it was a short encounter with her, she seemed like a good person. 

“Who is this? I’m coming right now! Fuck. Keep me on the line.” Frank heard papers rustling on the other line, he set the phone down and clicked the speaker button. He was ready to walk towards the entrance door to flip the open sign to close. But a trembling hand stopped him. 

Frank glanced up at [Name], her frantic expression made him sit in place. He observed as tears streamed down her face, her entire body trembling with fear and desperation. Her left hand held a death grip on his arm, and the right hand pulling at her earlobes, snapping occasionally hoping to regain any sense of hearing. 

The deafening silence that enveloped her had left her desperate for any sign of sound. At the wrong time, a customer walks in causing Frank to turn around and ushered them to leave. 

“We’re fucking closed today. Come back another time,” He snarled at whoever it was, the person got the hint and immediately left the shop. Probably never coming back to her shop again. 

“You’ll be okay,” Frank said loudly and slowly, allowing [Name] to read his lips. The door swung open again, Frank ready to yell at whoever it is. 

“Lea-“

”[Name]!” A voice interrupted him as the figure ran past him to get to [Name]. She was quickly taken in by an embrace. [Name] let out a choked out sob and cried into Marci’s white blouse, staining it with tears. 

“What happened to her?” Marci asked, “We were chattin’ and she began to panic about her hearing. My guess, she can’t hear us at all.” Frank shortly explains, not wanting to create any more small talk. 

“Take care of her, will ya?” Frank gave [Name] a small pat on the back and walked out of the coffee shop before Marci could bomber him with unnecessary questions. Being friendly with people isn’t his thing anymore.

a/n: not proofread!! not sure if i wanna have Frank Castle as a love interest or not? lmk what yall think 🙏

ps. i might change up the story as i write, not sure tho

[confusedblakex]

Stars Fall: Good Ending

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki X (Male) Reader Angst

Summary: Though bittersweet, he understands his feelings just before it's too late but can't tell you until after

Wordcount: 1105

Warnings: Internalised homophobia, hidden feelings, denial

Requested by: N/A

Inspired by: N/A

Notes: Series is complete! Now for the soulmate AU series

Last edited: 12th May 2023

Part 1 - Part 2 - Good Ending - Bad Ending

Shoto had never particularly wanted this. He had never been interested in romantic relationships and was discouraged from having them, they would only distract him.

But now he had a lot to think about. You liked him. No… you loved him.

He hadn’t ever thought about you in that way and restricted himself from his mind ever straying there. Yet he couldn’t deny the butterflies that rose in his stomach when you confessed to him. It played on his mind since then and, despite his father pushing him into a falsified relationship for his public image, he struggled to define what he felt.

There was something about the relationship he had with you that just wasn’t the same as his other friends. You had been closer to him, and there were emotions there that he just couldn’t place.

He had initially come to the conclusion that it was just a close friendship, but that was before you confessed. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but he also felt a part of him may be in denial.

Maybe he did love you? The thoughts spun in his head for days and weeks.

It was only the night before Valentine’s that he approached Momo about his feelings. He explained what had happened and told her of his dilemma.

“If that’s how you feel, then you probably do have romantic feelings for him,” Momo said, “You two were always so close, I want to be the last person standing in the way of that.”

“You’re not upset?” Shoto asked, he expected a more betrayed reaction.

“I suspected that you felt nothing towards me… Don’t get me wrong! I really do value our friendship, but don’t suppress your feelings for (y/n) because of our public image,”

“But how do I know for certain this is love?” He asked. There was too much risk in this for it to be so simple.

“Trust your intuition, if you feel it’s right to pursue a relationship with him, then do. We can work around the public side of it all with some secrecy and a bit of luck,” Momo said, placing a hand on his shoulder for comfort.

And it just made sense. He didn’t realise how much he missed your closeness with him. He didn’t understand that the butterflies he got whenever you were alone together was excitement. He thought that you had pushed him away, but he was also keeping his distance from you. A relationship was never something he wanted to risk, but he was willing to try it. For you.

Yes, he had been in denial. But he understood now.

The publicity stunt with Momo still took place, but as he made the announcement his eyes kept searching around the cafeteria for you. And when he found you sat next to Izuku, he noticed your state.

You looked distraught and sickly. He needed to tell you how he felt, he didn’t want to put you through this. Izuku helped you out of your seat and the two of you left the cafeteria. He wanted to go after you, but he couldn’t.

When you arrived back in the classroom, Izuku was holding your arm, seemingly guiding you around. You spoke briefly and quietly with Aizawa, who looked surprised… or worried? You bowed to him, and then you left the room with Izuku once more.

Chatter started up the moment you left, rumours flying across the classroom.

“Do you think he hurt himself in that quirk accident?”

“Did you see his eyes? I think he’s been blinded…”

“I heard he has some rare and uncurable disease-”

Uraraka stayed silent through it all, quiet and downcast. There was something wrong, and Shoto was only getting more worried.

There was a buzzing in his head, and his chest felt like it caving in. He needed to talk to you.

---

Shoto knocked on your dorm and waited for a response.

He had been trying to find you for a while now, but after hearing noise from your dorm room he decided to try there. The door opened to Izuzku, not you.

“Oh, hi Shoto,” he said, a smile forming on his face, “can I help you?”

“Do you know where (y/n) is? I can’t find him.” He asked, and Izuku’s smile dropped.

He was led to Recovery Girl’s office, and the feeling in Shoto’s chest only grew. It was dread.

Curtains were pulled back by Izuku to reveal you, sitting, staring into nothingness, with a very fancy-looking doctor looking at your eyes. The doctor turned to Recovery Girl with a solemn look, bowed to her, and then left.

“I’ll leave you to be,” Izuku said and turned to speak with Recovery Girl at her desk.

Shoto felt frozen. Not by ice, ice didn’t burn this deep.

“I was going to take you out for soba this evening,” Soto said as he sat down next to you.

“Sorry, Shoto, we might need to reschedule,” you said casually. The tension lessened, but the hurt in those words still lingered. You didn’t turn to look at him as you spoke.

Moving before he thought, he brought his hand to your cheek, moving your face to look at him. He was taken aback by your eyes. They were a glowing orange, the pupils a deep red.

You lent into his hand, pressing it into your cheek, revelling in the cold of his skin on his right side.

“It’s the star tear curse,” you whispered “I’m blind, Shoto. I loved you too much,”

So this was why. With all of his indecision and his denial, he was hurting you.

It was heartbreaking. Your future, your hero career, even your friends. There wasn’t an aspect of your life that this wouldn’t affect. There was nothing he could do now except try to heal the emotional wounds.

“I love you too, (y/n),” Shoto said softly, “I know it’s too late, and I’m sorry I took so long, but I know now.”

The tear that trailed down his cheek turned to steam as it fell, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Really?” You smiled solemnly, “If only you’d said something yesterday,”

“I’m sorry I can’t fix this, but I want to make up for my failures,” He said.

“Thank you, Shoto,” You said as you pulled him into your chest, and he wrapped his arms around you. He held you tightly as you quietly cried into his hair.

Shoto loved you, he knew he loved you,  and he promised himself he would never stop. The pain had gone. Your tears were no longer cursed, but your sight would never return.

[ngfics]

Intuitive Conclusions (sharp teeth of truth) - 14 - Future, Decimo Era

There's a particular bonding condition that Tsuna doesn't think his Guardians fully understand, not all of them or even most of them. It did not click for them, because it was not a thing that Tusna spoke of to them, not a thing that they went through together.

It is hatred.

Specifically, hatred of one's father.

Now, it's not a secret that Tuna doesn't like Iemitsu, but - Tsuna's anger had always looked sharp and bright and loud to everyone around him. They've seen him snarl and shout and scream at Byakuran, Jaeger, any enemy who really pissed him off at the time.

His emotions are smoother these days, because he's older, but he still seems warm.

Tsuna's hatred is cold.

It's an abyss and bite of Zero-Point ice. It's cutting and precise and so very quiet.

So while all of his Guardian know that Tsuna is cold to Iemitsu, not all of them realize that Tsuna truly hates him. Ones who seem to have noticed it most clearly are Hibari and Lambo. Mukuro as well, after his last assignment.

Though only Mukuro seems to have understood that this was a bonding condition all of Tsuna's Guaridans achieved. Hatred of one's parent, more specifically, their fathers.

I makes Mukuro side-eye Yamamoto Takeshi for a full week.

[iceflowerglow]

“The Shaman of the Outlands”

Nuka, the Dork Dark Shaman :)

Okay, to be serious, this idea is also connected to my oldest and most thoroughly considered Lion King 2 theory, that throughout the whole movie, Nuka expected Kovu to betray the Outsiders. The theory itself is in the caption for this drawing, and there is also an addition here. Interestingly enough, Nuka seems to be quite perceptive, at least when it comes to his family and hopes. Besides the main point of the theory, there is also a curious detail that Nuka's role in the movie involves a lot of foreshadowing, like the part of "My Lullaby" where he basically predicted his own death. His good intuition, no doubt the result of Zira's unpredictable treatment of him, also seems to be the reason why he shows certain skill as a tactician/strategist, which can be seen in the ambush scene. This could have been a great asset for the Outsiders, if Zira actually bothered to listen to him. So, this is what this AU is about.

What would happen if Nuka decided to be more proactive and take matters into his own paws, pretending to have shaman powers and channel spirits to make Zira and Vitani finally listen to him? Would Zira and the other Outsiders actually start taking him seriously after it starts looking like his "powers" can be used to aid their effort to conquer the Pridelands? Perfect tactics developed based on what he can "sense"! This story begins when one day, Nuka deliberately hits his head on a tree branch and pretends to lose consciousness. When he wakes up, he brings Zira and Vitani unbelievable news: he had a vision of Scar, who told him that Kovu will soon betray the Outsiders. An enraged Zira hits Nuka, who pretends to lose consciousness once again. This time, upon waking up, he tells her more: if tomorrow, the day before being sent to the Pridelands, Kovu will say that he's worried about not being able to find Kiara in the flames, it's a sure sign that he'll betray them. Zira calls him ridiculous as Vitani laughs, but it stops being funny when the next day, Kovu says just that.

Vitani becomes concerned, while Zira insists it was just a coincidence. Vitani later talks to Nuka, and he "reveals" that he's always had some vague sense of "spiritual connection", and could tell that something was wrong about Kovu. "It's just your jealousy", says Vitani, but it's clear that she begins to have doubts. After Kovu departs for his mission, Nuka has another "vision", and tells Zira that Simba will accept Kovu into the pride, but won't let him sleep in the cave. Of course, that was to be expected, but it nevertheless looks suspicious when it happens just like Nuka said. Zira is still not convinced, but she can't deny that something is up with Nuka out of anyone making three correct guesses in a row. Next day, Nuka tells Zira that Kovu won't attack Simba in the morning, because Kiara will get in the way. What this wording means, who knows (certainly not Nuka), but once again, Zira's spies bring her the news: Kovu looked like he was about to attack Simba at the waterhole, but Kiara jumped out in front of him out of nowhere. Zira turns to Nuka, who can't believe his luck that his "prediction" turned out to be so literal (he only meant that Kovu likes Kiara and that would stop him!), and demands answers. Trying to regain his composure, Nuka says that he can sense these things, and Scar's spirit gives him clues. Remembering Rafiki and what they know about him, the Outsiders come to the conclusion that hitting his head on a branch "unlocked" Nuka's dormant shaman powers. Shamanism and predictions aren't really Zira's thing, but she can't deny that Rafiki's abilities are the real deal, and the Pridelands having what her pride lacks yet again was making her furious. If her pride had a shaman, that would even out the power imbalance at least a little bit... And there is no more perfect candidate for this role in her pride than Nuka, with his eccentric personality, and not really being good for anything else. She starts thinking about many other times when Nuka seemingly accidentally turned out to be right about something, or even instances where she'd swat at him, and he'd duck just at the right moment, like that one time in a tree.

Scar had chosen Kovu to be his successor, but perhaps that was because he had different plans for his biological son, thinks Zira. She had scoffed at the rumor that Simba could feel Mufasa's presence, thinking that these foolish pridelanders use this story to glorify and mystify their "wonderful" new king. But maybe there is some truth to it, and Nuka can really channel his father Scar? And if Kovu will really turn out to be a traitor like Nuka says, then better safe than sorry. So Zira appoints Nuka the pride's shaman, and Nuka, beside himself with joy, delves into his work in his new shaman residence. ----

Apparently this is also the first time I've drawn Nuka in the Elephant Graveyard, which is strange, because he's strongly associated with this location in the fandom, and his dialogue in the movie also implies that he's been there more than once, most likely starting as a cub, because the hyenas were still there. Of course, this place also "connects" Nuka and Scar. Nuka's staff is the same tree branch that he's hit his head on. For how long will he be able to keep up with the charade? Not sure yet, but it's a mystery why I didn't come up with the idea of a charlatan shaman Nuka earlier, it seems like such an intriguing AU idea now.

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

okokok i know Literally Nobody Asked but I NEED to get this down. some more about my “metal sonic makes his own sonic oc” AU I’ve had since I was like nine.

I’ve made a post on it before, but here’s a quick summary bc like, I do not expect you guys to hunt down my old posts lol. Basically, the idea is that instead of going for the whole dramatic take over the world thing in Heroes, Metal Sonic instead decides to go with a more subtle approach, instead disguising himself as a normal organic hedgehog (who, as mentioned, is basically his original character) to infiltrate Sonic and his friends from the inside and steal their data while they’re none the wiser. They’re Nova, here’s the drawing I’ve done of them, they’re based on a mixture of Neo Metal Sonic, classic Amy, and like every Sonic OC I saw in the early 2010s (I love them this is not meant to be a dig at them it’s an affectionate homage).

(As you can probably tell, he does not know what gender is. This will be a plot point.)

Anyway, so he ends up staging a scene where “Nova” is being attacked by Badniks (that he “repurposed” from Eggman- Eggman has no idea what’s going on except that Metal Sonic inexplicably vanished), knowing full well that Sonic's recklessness and thirst for adrenaline will stop him from questioning how strange it might be. This works, for approximately five seconds because Metal Sonic is terrible at acting like a normal person. He goes from faking fear to eerily calm to eagerly violent to exchanging snarky banter in the span of a minute, speaks in weirdly technical and verbose ways (he very much enjoys having a voice and refuses to shut up for five seconds), and seems completely unfamiliar with most aspects of human life.

Thankfully, he’s terrible at roleplaying his new OC in such a way Sonic's first reaction isn’t suspicion- after “Nova” responds with sheer terror at the idea of returning home, bursts into tears when shown mild concern, and isn’t able to answer basic questions about his life, Sonic instead comes to the conclusion that Nova is a runaway of some sort from a horrible background, and is concerned for them. This, mixed with genuinely enjoying trading banter with them means he initially genuinely trusts them- he’s not stupid, he picked up on something being suspicious he’s intuitive and smart, but his inherent disdain for those who pick on the weak and oppress them means he’s more inclined to trust someone who he believes to be running from some sort of traumatic situation, so he assumes that Nova’s just very sheltered and acting weird bc he literally was just “attacked”.

Now, Metal hates his organic disguise. He views organic beings as inherently weak, stupid, and disgusting, and even mimicking them is something that is unpleasant and wrong to him. He hates expressing his emotions, and finds it deeply humiliating that not only can he not hide them, but also that the algorithm he programmed for it is way overcalibrated, so he’s grinning at the slightest feeling of satisfaction or bursting into tears over any frustration or confusion. Basically every bodily function- down to breathing- is something he finds incredibly disgusting to even fake, and being around multiple people who eat and blink is beyond uncomfortable. He views basically everyone around him who isn’t Sonic as repulsive creatures he wants to destroy on sight, not pretend to be friends with. But it is necessary to prove his superiority to Sonic- he initially just wanted to steal their data, but he cannot help but view this as a competition. Sonic, he reasons, must be as disgusted with the inferior organics around him as Metal is, since he’s the only one who matters out of them, so if he can pretend to tolerate them better he’s proving he is the better Sonic even while he’s not actively trying to kill him.

So, like, as far as anyone’s concerned, Nova is just… kinda weird. He talks oddly, he’s very loud, he’s often confused, but he���s never anything but accommodating and kind. Tails thinks he’s cool and wishes he could dress like him (which leads to her realising she’s a trans girl sorry I believe in trans girl Tails supremacy) and Nova helps her in engineering, Amy enjoys having a friend who also has an interest in fashion (albeit a very different style), and in general things seem chill.

In his own way, Metal does get attached, too. He has a fundamentally different way of viewing the world than they do, but he’s also unused to being treated like a person or having social interaction and fun outside of violent maiming and killing, and it’s something he immediately latches onto. He still sees all of them bar Sonic as inherently lesser in importance to him, and sees them as more like useful tools rather than actual people, but that means he does want to keep them alive, and that’s a pretty big thing for a robot designed solely for violence and destruction.

With Sonic, specifically, he becomes determined to not only prove that he’s better than him but wants him to reach his full potential- so that he can prove, even if Sonic is at his absolute best, he’s still inferior to Metal. Destroying Sonic is his purpose, it’s not something he can ever stop aiming for with his programming, but he’s grown to heavily respect him, and, in his own way, enjoy his company.

But, of course, his mission is still the same. He has some organic beings he wants to spare, but he still views most of them as inherently disgusting and pitiful, and he’s still determined to become the ultimate overlord over all things. And there’s one piece he finds he needs for that- Shadow. Metal wasn’t able to properly copy his data while he was in stasis, and so he just so happens to mention hearing something about a secret treasure somewhere nearby where he knows where that base is, when Rouge is listening…

And now we’ve gotten back to the part of the timeline Heroes takes place, though obviously it happens… quite differently. Eggman has no idea what’s going on and just is very much blaming it on Sonic bc he hates him and he has no clue why his robots (and one ultimate life form) keep disappearing, which drags Team Sonic and Team Rose in turn into another round of beating the shit out of his badniks for a reasonable amount of fast paced platforming levels, Team Chaotix were hired for the aforementioned “Eggman’s minions keep Inexplicably Vanishing” issue, and Nova is there bc Metal Sonic is literally just living out his own self insert OC fanfiction of his own making. Heroes doesn’t have too much plot, though, so there’s not too much to mention…

Until, when in the final battle, Sonic gets a bit too overconfident, and ends up getting seriously hurt. Immediately, “Nova” jumps in, because Metal is not going to let his target die at the hands of anyone else, and takes what was meant to be the final blow. The sheer force is just enough to rip a chunk out of his shoulder, causing him to revert to his Neo Metal Sonic form.

Things immediately stop. Everyone is baffled, everyone has questions, and obviously hearing “I spent months infiltrating your friend group to kill you painfully” is not a… particularly fun answer? Everyone is angry, Eggman included bc his creations aren’t meant to go against his orders and running off to do an insane assassination plot is not something he ever ordered. So, overwhelmed and honestly confused, Metal does what he knows best- he runs. Sonic’s too injured to follow, and no one else is fast enough to catch him, he knows that much, but it still somehow feels more wrong than anything else.

Over the next few months, he will repair himself, and shift back into his Nova form- after all, if he failed so badly, he deserves to feel horrible and disgusting. He will wander aimlessly until he enters an unfamiliar city on the eve of a certain alien invasion. But this is long enough as it is, I am Not writing another…fourteen paragraphs what the fuck on the Shadow the Hedgehog timeline for this (though I wish I could it’s got the Metal Sonic and Shadow content I always wanted it’s what I Meant to talk about but then I rambled on way too much about the Basic Premise.)

[tortugacasinofrance]

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N°1853 – Samedi 16 avril 2022

C'était un examen médical, simplement pour me rassurer. Au final, je me retrouve avec une conclusion qui me laisse sans voix. Vais-je devenir folle ? Sans voix ? Sans pouvoir bouger ? Vais-je perdre la tête ? Perdre la mémoire ? Je n'en sais rien. Mercredi prochain, j'aurai ma réponse. Je m'attends à tout. Et en attendant, je m'inquiète. A quoi bon ? C'est là ou ça sera là dans tous les cas. Je dois me laisser du temps pour encaisser et accepter ses alternatives futures, quelles qu'elles soient. Puis, je pense que le mieux est de laisser respirer mon cerveau, en attendant d'avoirs plus d'informations de la part du médecin. Elle saura mieux me dire qu'internet, qui n'est franchement pas le meilleur endroit pour se renseigner. Puis, en qui je peux faire confiance sur le net ? Tous les articles ne disent pas la même chose. Ils ont tous une même base, mais le reste devient flou au fil des lignes. Je ne comprends rien. Je dois prendre mon mal en patience. Je me dis que si cela était grave, le médecin ne m'aurait pas laissé repartir comme je suis repartie. J'ose espérer cela. Je sais que, parfois, la vie fait mal les choses. Quand je dis que le karma s'occupe forcément de ceux qui font du mal, ce n'est pas si véridique que cela. Ou alors, je fais partie de la pire espèce ? Celle qui est méchante et qui fait du mal autour d'elle ? Je ne sais pas. Je crois que je suis plus ébahie qu'autre chose et que mon cerveau n'arrive plus à penser correctement. Je dois me laisser du temps, c'est très important. Si je divague maintenant, qu'est-ce que ça sera le jour j ?

Un an et demi après l'examen, il n'y a rien qu'y a changé. Rien du tout. Le médecin m'a dit, quelques jours plus tard, qu'il n'y avait rien de flagrant au sujet de mon cerveau. Alors peut-être que... tout ça c'était du flan ? Peut-être que je me suis mise dans un état lamentable pour rien ? Je ne sais pas et finalement, je ne veux pas savoir. Je ne veux pas savoir si je serai atteinte d'une maladie neurologique plus tard. Depuis toute petite, je sens que je vais mourir "jeune", est-ce dû à mon hypocondrie ? A mes troubles de l'anxiété ? Ou une forte intuition ? J'en sais rien non plus. Alors, autant que je profite de ma vie, comme je l'entends et comme je peux, au plus possible, avec ceux que j'aime, et encore plus avec lui. L'idée simple de le laisser seul, sans moi, de ne plus être avec lui, m'effraie tellement.. Rien que pour ça, si cela arrive, je me battrai encore plus.