#GOD WHY ARENT YOU GIVING ME ANY STRENGTH

[kaisworlds]

Ummm ask: sub/bottom shanks and Mihawk getting dommed or doing kinky shit, because dear god do I want to take them apart and leave them a cockdrunk mess. Maybe with a bit of aftercare?

evil laughed out loud when i saw this ong

sorry this took so long anon and its shit 🕴

cw: threesome, basically slutting em out, male top dom reader ofc, reader is on shanks' crew, alcohol but everyone knows what they doing all consensual, feminizing mihawk, cumming inside, spanking

after seeing luffy's first bounty poster shanks decides to throw a party for his favourite new up and coming pirate, mihawk sitting on a log close to the fire away from shanks and his rowdy crew slightly annoyed by the fact that shanks wouldnt let him leave until he laid eyes on you....his eyes widening as he sees you step off of the ship greeting your crew mates dancing around with them. waving shanks over mihawk asks trying to look as if he is not interested "who's that...i dont remember seeing him on your crew the last time we met" shanks looks around the crew trying to see who mihawk is talking about until it clicks looking at mihawks eyes light up as he watches you dance "oh thats m/n.....i know right god he's hot....but unfortunately for you im going to go dance with him" before shanks could run off mihawk grabs his arm "what no dont-" shanks interrupts him quickly "well i know you arent going to so i will" he rips his arm away walking towards you his hips swaying a faint blush across his cheeks

"hey captain" you smirk looking down at him before he turns around swaying his ass against your crotch dancing with him until you feel a tap on your shoulder turning around to see mihawk "hey youre mihawk right? youre swords pretty cool" mihawk gulps down his glass of alcohol grabbing your hand pulling you away from shanks onto the ship in a quiet place he finally turns around his back against a wall "so you wanna tell me why you pulled me awa-" "kiss me" mihawk blurts out while staring at your lips the silence swallowing his heart the only sounds you hear are the faint celebratory yelling of your crew.

after what felt like hours (7 seconds) you ask him to repeat himself your hand slowly sliding up his chest, knuckles brushing against his open shirt "k-kiss me....please?" smirking leaning down "only cause you asked so nicely" pressing your lips against his, your thigh between his legs walking him back into your room, going to kick the door closed with your foot until you look to the side and see a familiar shoe, pulling back from the kiss not missing how mihawk chases your lips "captain you want anything?"

shanks walks in with a slight pout on his face draping his arms over your shoulders laying kisses along your neck "unfair that he gets you all to himself m/n...im your captain i should get attention too"

quickly realizing in your mind that the both of them arent giving up tilting up shanks' chin placing a kiss on his lips mumbling "get on the bed" watching the sway of his ass as he climbs onto your bed leaving mihawk staring up at you before you place you hand on his chest walking him back until his knees hit the foot of the bed pushing him down.

"strip"

with one word mihawks face flushes before his shaky hands reach up to push his shirt ofd his shoulders along with his coat kicking off his shoes and pants crossing his legs to hide the tent that formed in his boxers. your eyes trail up to shanks leaning against the headboard "that was meant for the both of you...." shanks smirked "i dont take orders from crewmates im the captain here get that strai-" grabbing a hold of his ankles yanking him down so his legs are dangling off the edge of the bed, you lean over running your hand up his shirt "strip before i do it myself" dark eyes staring up at your own struggling to keep on the dominant facade "youre too much of a pussy to do it yourself, do it i dare you"

nodding in acceptance of his challenge you rip his shirt off using barely any strength to tear the thick material off his body moving lower taking off his shoes before roughly pulling off his pants saying nothing as you turn around looking for something in the draws

mihawk turns to shanks "why are you here get out already you have him on your crew im only here for one day" shanks scoffs flicking the swordsmans thigh "stop being so desperate really funny seeing you like this" he stops and puts on a smile as you turn around "are my boys fighting over me mhm?" walking towards them with a bottle of lubricant standing in front of mihawk brushing the hair away from his face

"take off your underwear for me princess" he shits around pushing it down his thighs letting it drop to the floor watching you as you lower yourself crouching on the floor placing his pale legs on your shoulders kissing and marking his inner thighs with bites and hickeys leaning back to pour the lube onto his hole, middle finger prodding against him as he tries to back his hips into your fingers

shanks sttarts whining trying to get your attention leaning over the edge of the bed next to mihawks legs running his hands through your hair pouting "kiss me m/n please" he draws out his pleading while mihawk tries so pull your head closer to his crotch

eventually all the teasing ends as you stand up removing your fingers and easing your cock into mihawks ass, his blush spread across his chest. shanks on all fours head pushing into the sheets jerking his cock listening to mihawk whimper and your fingers rubbing around his prostate not helping the burning ball thats gathering in his gut.

gripping his waist with your free hand you begin to plow into mihawk, his ankles lock in behind your back, toes curling at the feelong of your shaft viciously rubbing against his prostate, cum squirting out onto his toned stomach and chest. the over stimulation starts to set in as his eyes flutter into the back of his head and his thighs begin to quiver.

not taking your focus off shanks you tease him by only leaving the tips of your fingers in and rubbing at his walls and you start hearing him cry, its been about 15 minutes of him having the hardest boner of his life with no release he doesnt know what do to anymore.

turning your eyes back onto the swordsman you litter him with praises telling him what a good boy he is before going to pull out he pulls you closer so youre cumming inside of him, the feeling of you filling him up is enough to have his body racking out another orgasm this time its a lot more clear and runny, you pull out giving him a kiss on his neck tucking him into the bed softly he keeps his eyes open trying to watch you and shanks

shanks finally gets his chance he beams brightly fat tears running down his face begging you to help him "pl-please anything just touch me please" he stands up on his knees on the bed kissing you trying to wrap his arms around your body

you postion him so his arching his ass towards you, bringing his ass back you snap your hips pushing your dick into him as he lets out a mewl almost whimpering his dick leaks at the feeling he's been waiting for.

he meets your thrusts half way by pushing back into you not wanting you to leave him, his hands claws at the sheets his knees buckling as he feels the slap coming down on his cheeks "m-more" he blurts out. you can almost see the heart in his eyes as he looks at you over his shoulder waiting for you to strike him again. smirking, you comply hitting the other cheek he lets out a loud moan cumming onto the sheets as you get closer going to pull out he gives you a stare almost saying "dont you dare" so you keep thrusting, cumming inside of him laying him down on the other side of the bed getting between them as they silently fight over who gets to hold you but to tired to agure they all asleep all over you as your hand rubs their backs

this is so bad im really sorry anon 🚶‍♂️

[pyromaniacldrt]

Heyy uhh... I have a theory.

Yk, I've always wondered why Jason and Thalia, though sons of Zeus and Jupiter, weren't as powerful as Percy- a son of Poseidon, that, while still one of the Big Three, is in a lower rank.

And, like, I get it, he's the protagonist, maybe it's the genetics, it's a once-in-a-century-thing, blah blah.

Still, that doesn't explain how some demigods are way stronger than their own siblings. Why is it that Leo has abilities that none of his siblings have? Or like, why is Clarisse stronger than all fellow Ares kids? How come Luke is the only one that had pick locking abilities?

That made me wonder, what if there was something else into it? What makes a demigod be born with such powerful abilities while others either don't or are weaker?

And what if... It had something to do with the relationship their parents had?

I mean, we know that the gods in some way kind of "lend" a bit of their powers to their children in an unconsciousness level, as we also know they consider giving their children-cough Athena, cough- to the mortal parents as some sort of "gift".

What if the power that the demigods have is kind of a consequence of how much the gods loved their mortal parents when conceiving said demigods?

Like, we know that Hades loved a lot Ms. Di Angelo, and that Bianca and Nico, even if the first one didn't get to show her power, were both a neon sign of "come and eat me!" for monsters, which, yeah, it might be because they're Hades's, but Hazel wasn't persecuted by every monster in a five kilometer radius, so I like to think my point still stands.

Although, it might be because of Gaia.

...Anyways-

Another case is my beloved Meg. She's a child of Demeter, and we were told prior to this saga that both Aphrodite's and Demeter's were the safest demigods to roam outside of camp, hence them being quite "weak", most of them with barely any powers (Katie and Drew might be exceptions, considering the plant powers and charmspeak).

Yet, we have Meg. A ten(?) year old that can summon cereal demons, grow plants outta nowhere and (kinda) communicate with trees.

This girl is insanely powerful, and even Lester admits it.

Let's not forget Demeter really loved Meg's real dad, who had a nature sanctuary where many driads lived, and truly believed nature was beautiful. They both appreciated each other a lot, and for what I can remember, even after Meg they kept in a somewhat from of contact until you-know-who ruined everything.

I think Demeter was truly in love with him.

Let's go back with Thalia, Jason and Percy for a second.

When I say that these two arent as powerful as Seaweed, I don't mean to say that Zeus didn't love their mom. In fact, I believe he did a lot, specially considering he fell for her in both his Greek AND Roman form.

What I do believe is that she didn't love him the same way. I think she loved more the idea of being with a god rather than the god itself. They both are highly egoistical people as far as I've seen, so my guess is that, while they felt attracted to each other, they liked themselves more, which is what drove them apart in the first place.

There's also Percy himself, who is my last point to concrete my theory. Him, the son of the sea god, who thought Sally was the Queen of Ninphs. Poseidon, who said Percy's mom was the most beautiful woman in the world. The Earthshaker, who admitted to have never loved someone as much as he did with Sally.

He, who said he'd never forget her.

What I'm trying to say is, I think demigods strength and godly abilities are heavily caused by the love their parents felt for each other.

After all, Love is one of the most powerful feelings to exist, being even older than gods themselves (Aphrodite is technically a Titaness when it comes to mythology accuracy).

So to believe that love is the source of power of the children of two creatures that, godly or not, are motivated by their primal emotions and feelings, it doesn't surprise me to think their power comes from the strongest of said emotions.

[laffy-taffy-creations]

Day twenty FIVE EVERYBODY!!!!!

This fic was cross-posted on AO3 here

Compression Repression

Storm | Buried Alive | "They're not breathing"

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Words: 4,040

Warnings: Bodily harm, witness protection, implied background deaths

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I had everything laid out. I’d infiltrate one of the Flare bases, let myself rest for a bit underneath the rubble for however long my body deemed, and report back to Voltluxe. I had been needing a break for a while, and something like this was sure to do the trick.

Scanning my eye, gaining access to one of the inner most parts of the building I plugged my hard drive into their servers.

They would be sure to notice this place going to the ground if I didnt do a bit of prevention.

“Okay, Donovan, you’re in their systems. Upload everything into our mainframe and make sure anything specific to here is backed up in my servers and they dont lose access. I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise,” I talked to my AI and smirked to myself.

One of the screens turned itself on and lit up, showing the digital avatar I had built for him. “You got it boss,” he responded, giving a small salute through the monitor before the screen shut off and he did as told.

I took out the drive since he was now integrated into their systems, had full access to them if his ability to turn on the monitor without help said anything. I put te drive back into my pocket.

Making my way over to some empty rooms, the contingency was set in place. If anything happened and heroes found me, they’d believe me to be a hostage or captive.

I made sure my attire reflected that false belief.

Donovan’s robotic voice spoke in my ear - well, my earring communicators rather - to give me the green light. “Alright Clover, systems backed up. The transition from their servers being active to not should be seamless.”

I found a corner. An area that I could punch and trust the whole place to collapse.

I concentrated my strength. Cracks spread through the walls like flavourings and color spread through water, but much much quicker.

The sound was something I couldn’t even describe. Loud was the only name I could place on it.

And everything fell.

And all went black.

I let myself get crushed, knew my body could handle it. I knew this was something I could take. The dust and debris made it almost impossible to breathe. So I didnt. I would survive.

The darkness consumed. It was hot. But I was alive. And I could give myself a while to rest, physically, mentally. My lungs hurt, but that came with the choosing not to breathe, with being trapped almost entirely beneath rubble.

I let myself sleep.

“They’re over here!” I heard ever so faintly.

It was enough to have woken me up. “Good gods, how many things are they buried under?” The voice had changed, and it was closer now.

Heroes. Of course. Classic case of Murphy’s law.

At least we had set up a contingency.

The load on my back started getting lighter. And lighter.

“Okay, I think we’re close…”

I could practically feel where they were standing, now less than a foot above me from what my ears were able to determine.

The darkness got broken. “Found them!” the second voice cheered.

“Dont look too happy you idiot, they arent breathing!” the first voice shouted in concern, picking me up and running from what I could tell.

I forced myself to breathe once I was put in whatever vehicle they used to reach the base. It was rather obscure, that’s why it had been used as a villain base.

Some slamming of doors, clicks of seatbelts.

“That is them, right?” voice 2 asked.

“Well, the radar isnt showing any signs of said heat signature anymore, so I’d fucking think so,” voice one answered.

I cracked open my eyes, just a smidge. Voice one was a hero in mostly black, with orange accents. Voice two was a hero in green.

I shut my eyes again. Whatever we were in started moving.

And then I was in a bed at what seemed to be a hero agency. I sat up and stretched. I…didnt know what to do. There wasn’t much to do, now that I was under their protection for the time being, except wait for them to realize I was awake now.

After gods know how many minutes, I was terrible with time unless I had a clock nearby, the door opened to the green hero.

“Oh, you’re awake! Good, uhm… if you dont mind, we had some questions for you.”

Both of the heroes stepped in. Dear gods. Interrogation.

“Okay, firstly, do you know who you are?”

“Yes. Clover Donovan Morgan, quirk Regeneration, birthday November 21st, 2005, age 21, blood type O- with the things that make my quirk work also in there, born in Scotland staying there until about 4 years old and raised in America until-”

“Okay we get it! Onto the next question,” the blondie interrupted. “Do you know what happened at the site we found you? The villain base?”

I shook my head.

“Well shit…” I heard him mutter under his breath.

“Yeah, sorry, cant help you there.” I got up from the bed, ready to leave. I checked my pockets. Keys, Donovan flash drive, phone, and the cylinder that could expand into my scythe that I kept with me for emergencies. I started to walk towards the exit before one of them grabbed me.

“Oh, no no no no no, you cant leave!” the green one said, directing me to sit back down against my will.

“Why not?” I ased. I kinda needed to get back to Lady Voltluxe and tell her I completed my objective.

He pulled his hands away, “you’re currently going into witness protection. Or, rather, something similar. Those villains are really dangerous, and we have to make sure you aren’t kidnapped by them again.”

“It’s kinda of our job to make sure you remain safe for the next few weeks until we’re sure you wont be targeted,” the other one explained.

“Absolutely fucking not.”

“Sorry, corporate’s spoken. We’re stuck with you for the next 2-ish weeks.”

“Okay look green boy and blondie, I dont give a shit about what your bosses said. I’m not having two random heroes in my house. Hard no, now if you’ll excuse-”

“You dont know who we are?” the blonde one had confusion written across his face.

“No?” I was now also confused. “I dont keep up with hero stuff.”

“We’re the Wonder Duo?” greenie said.

“I just told you I dont keep up with heroes.”

“We’re both in the top fucking 10,” the blonde said.

I turned to him. “Look at me. Look at my face. Does it seem like I care.”

A sigh of annoyance.

“Anyways, I’m going home, and if I see either of you there, I’m calling the cops,” I smiled from behind my mask.

“Wont work. We’re heroes, and since we’ve been assigned to you we legally-”

“I’m not getting sued because one of you got hurt by my security system.”

Green spoke up, “I have yet to meet a security system we couldn’t get past.”

“That’s because plenty can get bypassed if you use enough brute force genius. I hear heroes are plenty good at bashing their way through problems on the off-chance I pay attention. So, yeah, I’d like to see you try, my security system cant be counteracted with force.”

“You know we can also-”

“Zip it. I have a life to get back to. One that doesn't involve heroes. Now leave me be, I’ve gotta skedaddle and make sure I’m ready for my meeting on…” I checked the date, “tomorrow.”

That should’ve been the end of it. It should’ve been. But it wasn’t.

I was unsuccessful at dissuading them when it came to following me home. I told them numerous times about how I was a hermit, had one of the best possible security systems, and how I wasn’t worth any villain’s time to kidnap otherwise when staying at home. Naturally I omitted the part where I was a very well-known, respected, and feared villain the likes of which had avoided hero detection to date.

It was green boy’s turn to watch over me first. Apparently they were going in shifts, so at least one of them would be out doing hero-work while the other watched over me.

“Okay, so uhm, where exactly- HEY!” I hadn’t even let him finish his sentence before taking both of the bags he’d brought and stomping up the stairs with them. I dumped them both in the guest bedroom before turning and going back downstairs to check on shit from before having been ‘kidnapped’.

The rats were doing fine and hadn’t killed each other while I was away, as well as the cat hadn’t eaten them. I probably needed to refill his food and there was a 100% guarantee he’d be all over me after having been gone for a few days. I needed to take out the trash because it would absolutely fill up quicker due to 3 people being in the house now, even if temporary and I knew I would not have the energy to do it after a day of dealing with said people in my house.

The hero currently on watch just stood around, a bit awkwardly. I still needed to decide on a dinner to make.

“Are you gonna be here at 8 o clock or are you gonna have switched out with the other dude by then?” I asked.

“Uhm… I think we’ll both be here, we weren’t scheduled for any sort of nighttime shifts, they just made sure our shifts didnt overlap for the next 2 weeks. Unless one of us is scheduled, we’ll be watching you,” he explained.

I sighed. “Alright, got any allergies?”

“No. And uhm, since apparently you dont know, I’m Midoriya,” he smiled and offered a hand.

I wasn’t going to shake it. “You already know my fucking name. Does the other guy have allergies?”

“That’s Kacchan, or rather Bakugou as everybody else calls him. And no, he doesnt have any allergies, but he does have preference for spicy stuff!”

“Fuck that. If he wants spicy stuff he can order his own, I’m not making him any and I’m not letting him use my pantry to make some.”

“You don't like spice, got it.”

“More than ‘don't like’ dumbass, I had my tolerance exploded off my tongue as a kid. You’re not getting any more info than that.”

He was quiet while I went around doing some chores and generally removing any signs I wasn’t there the past few days and set up something in the slow cooker so it’d be ready around dinner time.

I checked the time. It was about 11AM on a Tuesday. Brilliant. A regular civilian would be at work right now. “You better be damn lucky I work from home because I would knock you out if I had to be trailed by you at a public work place.”

He laughed sheepishly while I went upstairs to the home office I’d made for myself. What better time to get around to some of that file organizing I’d been putting off for the past week or so… At least it’d look like I was doing a normal job.

----《 ¤ 》----

“Okay, You’re gonna need to step out for this.”

The blonde dude - Bakugou, or whatever - glared at me with a brow quirked. “And why is that?”

“Because I have a meeting. Get out.”

“Nope.”

“I told you I had a meeting before you and greenie warned me I would be surveilled. Get out.”

“You cant have this meeting while I’m in the room? Dont worry, I wont talk,” he tried.

“Out. Now. I am an accountant, I handle very sensitive information that is specifically shared with me and only me. Leave before I force you to.”

“You know, you keep saying things about how you could fight someone off, but given that you were the one who was kidnapped-”

He was met with a very quick knee to the gut and my hand forcing his head down so he had to take it. I had been done with his shit before I pushed away from my desk.

I blocked his punch and threw him over my shoulder judo-style with a foot planted on his chest while he heaved. “You will get out of my office right fucking now before I throw you out. Final warning.”

He took a bit to catch his breath before contorting. I could tell he was going for a corkscrew style move but I wound’t allow it. I stomped on his leg while it reached up at me. The crack was a sound that couldn’t be ignored.

While he seethed in pain I hoisted him up by the collar, dragging him to the door of my office and tossing him against the hallway wall just outside, slamming the door and taking a sigh of relief. “I’ll heal you up after my meeting. I hope you’ve learned not to try shit like that agian,” I growled out through the door before going back to my chair.

I hopped on a quick video call with Lady Voltluxe.

“<Hello there Blackout, hope you’ve been doing well,>” the supervillain said from the other side of the screen.

“I would be if there weren’t heroes at my house that thought I needed protecting. Had to beat up the current one watching me so I could have this meeting in peace,” I told her.

“<How long are the heroes there.>”

“About 2 weeks is what they told me. Long enough that I’m not a ‘target’ of Flare,” I said, adding the airquotes for emphasis.

She took a sip from a tea cup. “<Pray tell how that happened…>”

“I was disguised as a civilian for contingency in case the heroes found me after destroying one of their bases. Turns out, they did. I did my best to make it seem like I was a simple hostage that had managed to survive, but apparently everyone in the building I had been ‘captured’ in was dead wasn’t enough to dissuade them. Sadly.”

“<So you got around to one of their bases? Which one?>”

“Donovan should have updated your records by now, it was site DS-3A4. I made sure there was a way Donovan could get into their systems and make it seem like everything was still up and running, I didnt wanna blow the surprise too early~,” I told her.

She smiled. “<Oh my darling child, you could run this place yourself~.>”

“Too bad I’m not your kid, huh?”

“<Ah yes, I rid myself of anything like that long ago. I am a Russian woman after all, when my last husband started stepping a bit too out of line no one questioned it when he died. Shame, he was rather good looking too. Any kid I had with him would’ve turned out looking half decent,>” she added.

“And full badass like their mom,” I joked.

We both laughed.

“<Alright, so no more missions for the next 2 weeks?>”

“No ma’am. And I have a feeling they’ll try listening in on meetings again, so move any formal stuff like that to 2-3 weeks from now too. I will likely spend a bunch of time fixing up the digital side of things and making/modifying a bunch of tech. Text or call, there is no way in hell those fuckers are getting access to my phone.”

“<Understood. Farewell.>”

“Byeee,” I said while ending the call.

I sighed, mentally preparing myself before getting up and going to heal the unwanted hero in my home.

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“Okay, I’ve got to go get groceries, stay here and I’ll be back-”

“Nuh-uh,” the green hero said. “Acting all casual about it wont fool me, I’m coming with. Orders from higher-up.”

Yeah well ‘higher-up’ can go fuck themselves. I sighed. “Fine. Go get ready.”

His eyebrows went up in surprise. “Well that was easy.”

I glared at him while walking to the entry-way where I put my keys. “I dont have the energy to fight you on this today. So long as you’re quiet and dont bother me too much, I’ll be fine.”

He smiled and got up from where he’d been reading on the couch. “Okay, ready!”

I looked at him. “Absolutely not.”

“Wh- what’s wrong with it?” He looked down at his outfit.

“It’s not the outfit- How are you the one protecting me if you cant even use basic logic?”

He was very confused, whatever he was saying got tuned at as I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him upstairs to my bathroom. I opened up one of the cabinet drawers, getting out some of my makeup. I did a test swipe on his skin.

“You’re a little lighter than me, but this should do. Unsure how much coverage it will be able to provide for those frec-”

“You are not putting makeup on me!” he shouted.

“Why not. Is it ‘too girly’ for you?” I mocked.

“No, I just dont wear makeup! Why do I need it anyways?” he shouted.

I grumbled and put it all away. “Fine, I can go about this another way. Stay here,” I instructed, marching to my room and going through my closet. I managed to find a plain black face mask, and a blue wig. Perfect.

I went back to where I’d left him. He’d washed the small dab of makeup off since I’d left. I shoved the two items at him. “Put those on and I’ll explain.”

The absolute bafflement was all but scrawled into every one of his features. Unfortunately for him, I didnt leave any room for debate.

He took the mask and wig and started putting them on while I spoke.

“Because you keep telling me about how well known you are, and the fact this whole thing is if I was a villain target, you need to do a better job at covering yourself up. If the villains truly were targeting me, and realized I was under hero protection, you guys kinda just shot yourselves in the foot because the second said protection is gone, they’d just go after me again. You cant be recognizable for this to work the way it’s intended you idiot.”

“I… didnt realize that. Thanks,” he said, having put both on.

“Dont fucking mention it, let’s just go.”

He followed me out of the house and to the shops.

“Okay, come on. Right there-” he pointed to a giant billboard “-you can literally see us promoted.”

“I dont look at advertisements. Especially the big billboardy stuff. I know what I need or want with out others telling me.”

“Yeah, I’ve kind of noticed that…” he said more so to himself than anybody.

He followed me through, weaving through grocery stores and tech places - I did have to explain I had an interest in tech - as well as the petshop to pick up some stuff for Emelie and Røskva.

On our way to the last store, Midoriya’s phone rang. “Hey Kacchan, what is it?”

“<Where the fuck are you two?>” I heard.

“Out shopping, Morgan here needed to buy some things. Why?”

“<I’m back at the house and tried to get it.>”

“Dont try to get in. You’ll just get hurt,” I spoke up.

“<Yeah, well, I already kinda ran into that problem!>” he shouted through the phone.

“Dont keep trying to get in. It’ll only get worse. My security system has the potential to kill if you’re really insistent, just stay there and wait til we get back, there’s only one more errand on my to-do list.”

“Your security system can-”

“Shut. Not a word. I’m not answering any questions.”

“<What am I meant to do until you get back exactly?>”

“Wait.”

“<And if my arm is bleeding?!?>”

“You fucking wait until we’re back so you dont end up more hurt you idiot, now leave me be if you want me to get there sooner!”

There was an aggravated sigh from the other side of the phone.

“Dont worry, we should be home soon, just hang in there okay Kacchan?” Midoriya said before the call ended.

The only things in my thoughts were how badly the security had gotten him and what kinda of damage control I’d have to do. He couldn’t get in via brute forcing it, but how badly had he tried to brute force it? What parts of the system would I have to put back in their place so they would be ready for next time someone triggered it?

I absent mindedly-put the things I needed in my bag, keeping everything else in mind, body on auto-pilot at this point.

I almost forgot to pay had green boy not pointed out something at one of the checkout lanes he’d be getting for himself. Thank gods he didnt see me almost accidentally steal. It had been enough to pull me back to reality, just for a bit.

Bakugou was sitting, cradling his arm, pissed as all hells when we got back.

“Oh my gods…” I heard under Midoriya’s breath.

The security system was pretty easy to see, what with the doors and windows being blocked out by panels of my own making, a spike outstretched from above dripping with what I could only assume was Bakugou's blood, the blue line light about the door being active. Plenty of spiked pillars that were capable of much more than just simple pokey shabby had risen from the ground surrounding the house.

There certainly were benefits to the accountantcy lie allowing me the supposed income for this. The upper-class house and property space could be explained with that too. “Alright, how much did you rile him up?”

Blondie answered, “Well it certainly-”

“Not you,” I interrupted. “Well yes, you, but not that way. I’m asking about my system, you idiot. I dont care that much about you past that gash on your arm.”

“What kind of an accountant has a fucking security system like this‽” he demanded.

“One that lives in an area desely populated with villains now shut up.” I walked up to the house.

Flipping up a small hidden panel by the front door, I took off my gloves and mask, typing in a code and entering it with my fingerprint. "Na di-chuimhnich an fheadhainn a mharbh mi. Na di-chuimhnich gu bràth cò as toigh leam."

All of the signs security had been on high alert vanished, and the door let itself be opened. I turned back to the heroes on my property. “Come in.”

I made an exaggerated gesture welcoming them inside before walking through and setting all the stuff I’d bought on the counter to be sifted through later.

I heard the door close and looked up, seeing them both now inside, some sort of awkward feel that I didnt understand but could at least sense. I had no clue what it was about.

“Alright, let me see that gash.” Blondie made his way over to me, resting the injured part of his arm in my expecting hand. I looked it over. Most was surface level, it didnt reach down to the bone, only tore through a small bit of muscle.

“Are you gonna explain?” he asked while I was healing.

“Explain what.”

“Your security system can kill. It requires a security code, voice recognition with a pass phrase, and fingerprint to fucking disengage.”

“I already told you. I live in an area densely populated with villains. I handle a lot of sensitive client information. I also have a rare healing quirk. What is so difficult to understand here.”

Midoriya spoke up, “I mean they do know how to fight…”

“What’s up with the basement, huh? Why aren’t we allowed in there?”

“Same reasons you aren’t allowed in my bedroom or office during meetings. Privacy is something I value for myself.”

“You have something to hide and I fucking know it,” Bakugou said, yanking his arm back once I was done.

“What I do isnt questionable. Your judgement and intentions are. That’s why you can kindly fuck off.”

At least save yourselves before you die at the hands of the people I visit with.

[cynettic]

Stay with Me pt.3

Summary - You manage to escape from Scaramouche, if only for a moment before you realize there’s no escape. It only takes until you’re sitting back in your regular spot that you know what you need to do.

Pairings - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warnings - Suggestive content, mentions of death, swearing, slight gore / blood 

A/N - Its really hard to make this depressing while I’m vibing to Rasputin. Like no joke- I have it on one of the 1 hour playlists :D

Here you’ll find -  pt.1 and pt.2

He’d left a key.

Scaramouche didnt make mistakes, not while he had you captive in the vicinity of his bedroom. He didnt have room for mistakes, not when you were watching his every movement while he was in your line of sight. 

Sure, he mightve killed a person or two in front of you, but those were necessary mistakes. There was a sign on the door, it specified not to enter. You’d understand that, right?

Thats what he thought at least, lulling himself into belief after belief that you’d be there waiting for him every time. That you’d welcome him with open arms, even if there were chains ensnaring your wrists. That you’d accept your fate at his hands and submit yourself to him.

The Balladeer was a fool.

He’d kept you there for too long, and while you searched for an easy way to escape, time sent your head spinning. Into a spiral that begged only for the wind against your face, back laying on dirt with the familiar chirping up birds waking you up in the morning.

You wanted to go outside.

And when push comes to shove, you had to risk a little more to make it happen. Lure him into bed with kisses while your hands unbuttoned his vest. But what he believed to be alluring contacts was just your way of finding the keys hidden in the back pocket of his shorts.

It wasnt hard to find the one to your cuffs while he was asleep, cuddled in your chest with both arms around your waist as if to get you to stay put. You took the key, hiding them back in his clothing and hoping he didnt notice.

He didnt say anything the next day.

You werent going to wait any longer.

“Oh for fucks sake, why won't the goddamn door open?”

The room was left in tatters behind you, a little gift for Scaramouche once he got back. Turns out a pair of chains can smash up a lot of things, and rage can be used as a great source of strength when contained for such a long time.

But you’d done more than throw the blankets around, cut up the drawers and smash open the windows. Because your fists had bled red when you punched through the glass, puncturing your skin. Your knuckles were an ugly red, bruising already.

Ah, Scaramouche deserved a much better gift.

Gruesome as it was, you rubbed your knuckles against the pale walls. Till the blood stopped coming, till there was a nice little message for the boy which you held so dearly to your heart.

‘Balladeer.’

The first time you’d found out about him being a harbinger he’d told you not to call him by that name. You weren’t someone he associated with by work, you were a treasure to him. That’s why you continued to call him as he pleased, although the temptation always arose.

You were no longer his.

Shoving the door with your hand again, palm fiddling with the handle and groaning when it hardly budged. “Stupid,” you grumbled when the knob began to loosen. Backing up, you charged with your shoulder to the door, full force as the momentum broke the hinges. The door fell down with you along with it.

It was expected, you’d been stuck in the room for a long time, and thats considering you’d sat on the ground for decades. Your body was slight numb, muscles sore and unused for so long. 

“You a-arent supposed to leave your room!”

A young man stood in the hallway along with a woman who looked relatively the same age. The two were wearing uniforms, flinching when you stood up from the debris and off the door. “Excuse me?” You asked, voice unnecessarily icy and stern. But you couldnt care less, you were going to get out of this house, damn anyone who stood in your way.

They both continued to shake when you walked towards them, staggering from side to side. The woman stepped up in front of the man, presenting a brave face. “If you leave the mansion, the harbinger will kill us all!”

“Well then I expect you should be on your way then. Actually…” you gestured to the maze of hallways. “You can lead the way.”

“What…?”

Your hand went limp to your side, an exasperated looking momentarily crossing your face before you sighed. “Im not staying trapped in that room, I’m sorry if that ruins your life, but frankly you're not the one stuck in there are you?” You took an extra step just to intimidate them, eyes wide to make the appearance of crazy. “It would be a great help if you showed me where he hid my vision too.”

“We can show you to the door…” The man began, “But the whereabouts of your vision are unknown, he wouldnt tell us something like that.”

A gift bestowed from the gods, a piece to help me thrive with my ambitions and pursue my goals.

Gone.

You really wished you’d taken to clawing out Scaramouche’s face instead, but you’d take what you got. Right now your main priority was getting out of this place, even if it meant leaving a piece of you behind.

“Door.” Your voice was raspy and there was a terrible feeling that crawled up to your throat, but you didnt have time to be emotional. “Show me where the door is… please.”

The conflict in their eyes dissipates by the time they lead you along, mumbling words between themselves. You didnt bother to try eavesdropping, you were so, so tired. You wanted to go home.

Anywhere. Anywhere but here.

It took a few minutes until you were standing in front of a grand door, almost twice the size of you and just as wide. You then began to notice the decorational plants and furniture that filled the empty space, there wasn't an inch of dust. Even though you could tell none of it was used.

“Hurry,” the man warned when you paused. “I dont know when our master is coming back, but if its soon, we’ll all be screwed.”

You couldnt feel your head as you numbly nodded, hand clenching the knob and flinging the set of doors open. “Thank you,” you merely mumbled, taking your first step out of the house in what felt like forever.

The days after that were a blur, the area around Scaramouche’s house were nothing but void. Empty and filled with forests and vast plains. You knew he didnt like people or socializing in general, but to this extent?

Your only option was to run.

Let your feet take you somewhere, anywhere. It was a constant pattern of running and taking breaks, leaning on a tree and gasping in a few breaths before you were again scurrying through the forest. 

And yet you felt better than you’d felt in past months that you’d been stuck with Scaramouche.

Food became any boar you came across, the claws you’d spent so long hiding with Scaramouche coming to unleash a wrath beyond your comprehension. Till the animal was cut to shreds and no meat was left even to eat. You’d slaughtered it, without intention to eat or benefit for it, you’d killed it just to kill.

“I’m sorry,” you’d sobbed into the ground where you’d buried the harmless animal. Forehead pressed into the dirt as you pleaded for forgiveness to whatever archons would accept it. You couldn't even remember what archons you were supposed to pray to. “Forgive me- forgive me…”

But eventually you found your way around to somewhere you knew. Territory of Inazuma where you could find your way back, back home.

Where was home?

You’d been on the run from the vision hunt decree, abandoning your post for the Kitsune Saiguu for such a thing. Even now that you could return without a vision and as no threat under the decree…

You’d sacrificed everything for your vision.

Where were you to go now…?

Rain patted down, the trees providing only a slight cover as stray drops fell into your matted dirty hair. You didnt mind, it hid the tears that slid down your lifeless face, feet taking you into the far meadows of your hometown. Till you plopped down underneath a tree, knees curled to your chest and arms hugging them close. You were crying.

You were home.

____________________

“Awh,” a ginger haired murmured, elbow resting on the cool wood of the tabletop. “Is little Mouchie sad? I heard your kitty cat escaped~”

A death wish, even fatui that idly minded themselves around the bar knew it. Sipping cold drinks and swirling their cups, the soft chatter was nothing but a distraction from the main course of events. That being the smaller Harbinger who sat sulking in his seat, hunched over with a drink in hand. He’d drank far more than what was on the counter, but everytime he finished a glass, he’d smash it on the ground, watching the fragile glass shatter into pieces.

“I dont have a cat,'' was his only response, tone daring Childe to pursue further. To give him a reason to start throwing the glass in his face instead.

And Childe was an idiot when it came to challenging someone.

“No cat?” The rest of the drink in the taller harbinger’s glass was gone when he threw his head back. “Hmmm, I cant think of what else could’ve had you so enraptured in returning home then~!”

Scaramouche didnt respond, uneven bangs shadowing the bags under his eyes. “Stronger,” he said instead, elbow on the counter and hand outstretched for something. When there was no movement from the man managing the wine, the harbinger looked up. “I need something stronger to drink,” he repeated, voice seething.

“Of c-course!”

The glass was nestled in Scaramouche’s palm in no time, fingers curling around the circular form to down it in seconds. The drink merely slid down his throat in one movement, alcohol burning his senses. It didn’t matter, he was numbed by the growing rage inside of him.

Finally, he turned to the ginger haired boy, eyes hazily dancing along the counter till it reached his fingertips. Up his hand and along his arm, till Scaramouche was staring right into Childe’s eyes. “They escaped,” he admitted softly. “But it’s alright, because I sent something that’ll bring them back.”

Childe paused, raising his drink up away from his lips to pose a question. Hesitation danced along his features before he brought the glass back, he’d rather not provoke the shorter male any further. Wasn’t like he could interfere anyway.

____________________

“That… that…” 

It was preposterous, having returned to that same spot for a day or two and heading back to the hometown you’d once lived in. The one Scaramouche had lived in. There shouldn’t have been an issue, you were solely gathering supplies for the sake of it, ambition driving you to travel far far away.

Out of Inazuma.

It was your new beginning, convincing yourself that you didn't need a vision. Finding some sort of purpose before Scaramouche shattered the vision and your life along with it. You’d seen how people had reacted when it had been ingrained in the statue, neutralized and broken. They lost hope, purpose and aspirations for anything new.

It’s not like the Raiden Shogun took my vision.

But you’d taken that fact for granted, expecting some sort of new start without Scaramouche. A victory, getting away from him just for a split second and getting out of Inazuma altogether, you’d never see him again.

Until you got his message.

“How the hell…” You crushed the note until it was just crumbled paper in your hand, slowly leaning on the stone wall. “Piece of shit… what kind of person even…” 

Not only did he manage to find you, but without making his presence known, he’d tugged at your one weakness with an ease that had you down on your knees.

You threw the paper to the ground, deliberate as you stared past the alleyway. Pensive as you considered your options. Damn, what options did you even have? You’d been an idiot to underestimate Scaramouche, he wasn’t a child, you knew that… but archons he seemed like one when he was with you. Shown you a vulnerability he wanted only you to see. But maybe that had been part of his plan all along, until all you believed was his soft demeanor.

He may act like a child, but he’s a harbinger.

You stared down at the crumbled piece of paper in disgust.

Not only that, but he has no regard for human life.

Either way, you’d lived decades more than him. You could face him, you would present yourself to him just as he expected you to. Even when everything in you rejected the idea, sobbed at the thought of returning to that house, those chains. Being locked up and confined only for the purpose of coddling a small boy, a selfish boy, a cruel boy. 

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

You’d figure out a way, and this time you wouldn’t rule out the option of his death.

———————

Oh darling Y/n, how have you been?

I hope this letter reaches you rather soon, we both have much to discuss, no? About me, about you, and much more. You see, I’ve taken up quite a distaste to your little friends. Stone statues in Inazuma as small as Kitsunes truly hold no purpose, what will they do, come back to life? Haha, I should think not. I’ve already arranged to have them demolished, who knows what kind of material they might possess. Ah, and of course I’d show you the finishing product, unless you’re willing to come and have a chat with me once more? Under the Sakura tree like we used to, you’ve waited years, I believe you can wait for me?

I hope this letter reaches you in best interests. I’m always looking out for you after all.

Sincerely, your Balladeer

——————

It was raining.

Beautiful weather as you lay sitting there, feet crossed and tucked in the same you’d often do. After all, there was no need to fear the vision hunt decree or the Raiden Shogun. Let them come, let them take care of you before Scaramouche did.

You werent cold, not when the cold drops dampened your clothing, slipping down the length of your spine and drenching your face. Despite having lived in a luxury residency for such a long time, this was where you were most comfortable, enduring whatever the weather had for you, taking it with a smile. Because you were waiting…

The Kitsune Saiguu was a distant memory.

You were waiting for Scaramouche, the young boy that often bound into the field in lengthy strides, childlike wonder in his eyes. The one who’d cried when the other kids pushed him away, the one that just wanted to be praised. You’d held him in your arms, and now, even knowing the results, you wouldnt have done differently.

He was just a boy.

Just a boy when he joined the fatui, looking for praise that he was given. He created chaos and bellowed orders with a cruelty that was highly looked upon. Told that he was doing well, so he continued to do so.

He’s just a boy.

You wished you’d held him in your arms, if not only for a tad longer. Shield him away from the wrongness of the world, if only for one last time.

Banishing away your hatred for him was hard.

But you found it under the tree, rain soon dimming down to a clouded cold breeze that swept through the meadow. You’d hated him while stuck in the mansion, but you could now see it from a larger point of view. What he did was wrong of course, but you could remember him so vividly now. His small form giggling, tiny arms around your neck. 

“Play with me!”

Was it your fault?

For not holding him tighter? For trying to rectify his bad doings and teach him what was wrong and right? Maybe if your grip was firmer, if you’d spoken to him about the warmth he’d given you that day when playing cards...

“Lazy ass.”

Burying down that pile of worry and insecurities, you took a deep breath in to relax. The edge of your lip perked up, only slightly. “Still terrible with your social skills arent you?”

Slowly securing a dry space under the three with you, Scaramouche sat down. His features were the same ones you’d grown accustomed to at his mansion. Rich clothes, sharp eyes, and the baby face that refused to go away. His movements were soft as he pulled out a deck of cards. The two of you didnt speak as he distributed them between you both. It was tense… no, it felt too much like the warmth form long ago to be tense. You only wished the situation to be different.

“I love you.”

But you could only offer a bitter smile to his words. “I love my vision,” you replied. “I love the Kitsune Saiguu, and I love my friends.”

His touch was gentle when his fingers came to gently cradle your cheek. Holding your face dearly as he peered into your eyes, his were soft. Different from the cruelty he held within, the hatred that burned and destruction that seeked to explode.

You saw a little boy.

Your hand came to press his hand further against your cheek, till you slid his palm to your lips. He appeared so calm when you pressed the first kiss, lips tracing the lines along his palm with all the care in the world.

But you needed to change your view, see him as the man he now was. As the man he had become.

“I love you,” he repeated, and you let go of his hand. It fell limp by his side, cards all but forgotten. There was a much more pressing matter at hand, because you truly needed to see him as he was.

It was necessary if you planned to kill him.

[300iqprower]

Ya know after looking at Gil’s Bond CE, i’ve come to realize the entire Bond CE system perfectly represents how all of FGO’s talk of “it’s about winning with a team of your favorites” is bullshit that’s completely betrayed by its money-grubbing gacha mechanics. Stay with me here I promise this will loop back around to that point.

Bond CEs are completely useless on about 90% of all servants, and it’s because of design decisions that are made explicitly to prioritize gacha rolls. Firstly they’re only ever useful on support units or Heracles. Heracles is his own unique case of being one of two base game servants with a truly unique Bond CE, granting a whopping 3 Guts, which itself is only useful because of a design oversight on how Guts works (where if there is only one servant left, triggering Guts automatically ends the enemy turn. This is because the AI registers that moment of death as “no enemies left” causing the turn to pre-emptively end), and Georgios who has a unqiue effect of on death applying damage cut and invincible to all other allies. This is typically only used for suiciding two level 1s so you can solo, but it still works well enough played straight. 

Aside form those two though all Bond CEs are one of two things: A gimmick, or a flat buff to the team. The former are always useless because of the low scaling they always have, which is but one of two crippling issues I’ll get into later, and the latter are only ever going to be useful for support units. Even then it’s practically random if the effect is going to be useful. Osakabehime has 15% NP gain instead of Quick Up despite being the first intended dedicated Quick Support, and for some god forsaken reason the 1star Berserker Asterios has Quick Up on his Bond CE. Casgil has NP Strength instead of Arts or NP gain up. Mozart has NP Strength instead of Arts or Critical. Ones like those arent always terrible but my point is that it’s rare for you to get something like Castamamo, who is a dedicated arts support who DOESNT need things like starting battery or passive star gen or the other typical support effects AND has a Bond CE that directly stacks with her main form of support. 

That all on its own isn’t the real issue though. The real issue is the stats. Every Bond CE is, at max level of 80, 100atk/100hp. Every single one. The same as those crappy free CEs with like, +.0000000001% Mystic Code EXP. This AUTOMATICALLY MAKES EVERY SINGLE DPS’S BOND CE USELESS NO MATTER WHAT. It doesn’t matter if AUO’s gives 30% NP Damage up and small random crit buffs, because why would i EVER use that when I can give him an effective 20% NP damage up, 50% battery, and an extra 1000+ attack with Aerial Drive? It doesn’t matter if Super Orion gets 8 stars per turn and 15% crit up for the team when I’m going to be bringing crit support for him regardless and can give him a 948atk up Victor of the Moon with 10% Buster and 20% Crit up on the only DPS I’ll need for the fight. To say nothing of how I dont need to farm for countless hours to raise their bond for those CEs.

“But what if I missed the Aerial Drive event, and don’t have Victor of the Moon?” Exactly my point. You spend countless hours grinding with these servants just for a 3 star let alone how fucking long it’d take for an SSR’s bond ce, and what do you get? A stocking stuffer that’s obsolete compared to just about any matching effect 5 star CE that requires you to roll the gacha. Even if they all had Heracles level effects, they’re crippled by that lack of stats.  And I can tell you exactly what the thought process behind those stats was. “They get them for free, so obviously just like the other free CEs, they have to have the absolute minimum stats.”  Even though they require multiple hundred hours of dedication and are supposed to embody your bond with a servant, hence the name, they consider them “freebies” simply because you aren’t gambling over them. 

They claim the game is about beating it with the servants you love, but the equivalent of their wedding rings are worthless in gameplay because as far as the developers are concerned, if you didn’t gamble for it then it shouldn't have value. 

[heyitsyn]

Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 2

a/n: lmao this is set in the first ever inter-high so no kyo yet 😢 

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon:

I can't wait for yn to meet other volleyball teams. Oikawa refuses to let her see Tobio

I LOVE THIS GIF AND MY HEART LEAPT OUT OF MY CHEST WHEN I SAW THIS LIKE AAAAAAAA

again, we go with the crackheadery

so, basically,,

at this point,, you werent exactly very familiar with the boys but not new so you were kinda already part of the family but there hasnt been any,,,,, deep attraction (??) that developed by the others yet

but this doesnt mean that they arent territorial or protective you!!!

when yall walked in the hallway, you were already catching looks bc wow seijoh just has everything huh

you were walking behind coach irihata until you overheard someone asking where oikawa was and you saw yahaba sweat a little when he didnt know where his captain was

while iwa went to go and get the captain, you had to do a head count to make sure no other player was missing 

kunimi and kindaichi were glaring at other players who were eye-ing you since they were in charge of you whenever iwa or oikawa were gone

but mattsun and makki were publicly making it clear that you were,,, theirs

‘y/n-chan, come give senpai a hug. hes nervous for today’

makki whined and again, you werent very familiar with them yet, but familiar enough to give them their hugs

he hugged you from behind while you reviewed their notes and with his chin on your head, his eyes mockingly glared at the different schools with a smirk playing on his lips

my god were they such drama queens like bls

finally, oikawa arrived and he skipped over to you

‘y/n-chaaaannnn!!!! oikawa-san is sorry for leaving you aloneee!!!!!!’

but you didnt even look at him, continuing your review

‘dont do that next time, oikawa-san. you made iwaizumi-san look for you and held up the team’

you bluntly scolded and oikawa had teary eyes

‘y-y/n-chan, im really sorry! y/n-chan!’

he wailed and ripped you away from makki and into his arms instead

meanwhile,,, the other teams are like 👁️👄👁️

you continued your walk to the gym but oikawa had his arm around you, as if telling others you were his while iwa held your hand as he sent everyone a warning with his eyes like if they laid a finger on you, he would snap their arms in half

it made their blood boil as the eyes of these,,, testosterones,,, kept staring at you and running their eyes up and down and you squeezed iwa’s hand before he could go over and rip their eyeballs out of their face

woah there mister

as you entered the gym’s bleachers, oikawa kept you in his arms and the karasuno team were confused bc they didnt see a manager when they had their practice match

‘yohoo, tobio-chan, chibi-chan’

you sighed and gave the black and orange team an apologetic smile

when iwa smacked oikawa, you bowed slightly

‘sorry about him’

oikawa hurriedly hid you behind him and pouted

‘no, stay away from their sights, y/n-chan. theyre not worthy to lay their eyes on you’

you elbowed him though

‘what kind of nonsense are you spouting?’

‘but you are oikawa-san’s, y/n-chan!’

he whined and tobio was like, ‘oh, another girlfriend then’

bahahaha, hes so used to seeing his upperclassman with a girl and hes just like, ‘best of luck’

you shook your head and raised a hand with a smile

‘hello, my name is l/n y/n and im their manager. please excuse my captain and carry on to your warm-ups’

karasuno nodded wordlessly, taken aback by how cold yet pretty you were

it was like the younger version of their own kiyoko shimizu!!!

the others settled on their seats while iwa and kindaichi leaned over the railing to get a better view but oikawa was disinterested, arm around your shoulder and you were only closer to him due to his warmth

you pouted bc iwa-san was standing and you missed his warmth but oikawa would have to settle for now

the nearby teams that came to watch the match were giving you looks and especially the green-jacket team were staring so,,,, so hungrily,, at you and oikawa twitched at how disgusting it was

you were watching the game but was distracted when oikawa leaned his head on your neck, breath hitting your skin

‘oikawa-san? are you okay?’

you asked but he shook his head

‘oikawa-san really loves you, y/n-chan’

he made his voice a little louder to make his point across and the others diverted their gazes in a hurry when his cold smirk met their faces

you shrugged

‘thank you, oikawa-san’

makki and mattsun snickered at the dismissive answer but oikawa didnt care because all he wanted was to make the other boys back off

you heard oikawa mumble serveral times about some tobio-chan and you guessed it might have been the blueberry looking head that he taunted earlier since he couldnt have been a chibi

ngl, you were attracted by how seemed to ooze talent and you leaned forward, wanting to get more of a look of him

ofc OIKAWA THREW A RIOT and he pulled you back, placing a hand on your thigh

‘y/n-chan, careful, you might fall forward’

he stiffly warned but he truthfully didnt want you to get a closer look on his kouhai

you kept your gaze on the karasuno setter and held oikawa’s hand to get it off of your thigh

‘im okay, oikawa-san. i just want,,, a better look’

you mumbled and oikawa was staring at you intensely

oh my god, what if you recognized kageyama as a better player?

would you leave him?

would you think hes a terrible setter?

worries racked up on his brain but he snapped out of it when you turned your head after feeling his stare

‘are you okay, oikawa-san?’

you asked, worriedly since he was pale and his eyebrows were furrowed

‘y/n-chan, do you think tobio-chan is better than me?’

he asked, eyes focused on your face but so faraway

you quirked your eyebrows but still answered

‘no, i dont think so. ive never seen him play before and this is my first time so ive never really gotten a gauge of his skills. besides, youre really good so its unlikely hes better than you, or anybody else for a fact. your sets look so much,,,, whats the word,,, connected?,, yea, much more connected therefore better for our team but his is very,,, glitchy,,,?? other than that, youre still better than anybody else in my eyes. why? are you doubting yourself again, oikawa-san? because if you are, i will bonk you again’

you threantened but he let out a relieved chuckle

he placed a hand on top of your head and ruffled your hair, a smile on his face then bowed his head low

‘go on, then, y/n-chan. bonk oikawa-san’

you turned to share a bewildered look with yahaba and watari

‘no. because you asked me to, i wont. youre so weird, oikawa-san. wanting me to do weird things to you and being so confusing’

you mumbled cutely and oikawa bit his lip to contain his squeal but held your hand tighter

‘y/n-chan, youre not good for oikawa-san’s heart’

he whined but you punched his arm

‘be quiet, oikawa-san. look, that chibi’s flying!’

you pointed and that was enough to distract him from you and towards the game

when his gaze was away, you gave him a worried glance

you heard from iwa that he was insecure and suffers from inferiority complex but you didnt know it was this bad

that was it

you were going to help him realize he was a great player and he is equal with everyone and no one is above him because hes talented and his hardwork makes up for those losses

when karasuno emerged as victors, the team stood up to make their leave and prepare for their own match but you strayed away, claiming you needed to use the bathroom

‘we’ll wait for you, y/n-chan!’

oikawa said but you waved your hands no

‘i-,,,  need to use it and besides, i have a friend here! please, go ahead!’

iwa gave you a suspicious glance

‘who is it? we can still wait’

you pouted and huffed before giving them your puppy eyes

their eyes widened and they nodded, stuttering that they will meet you in the gym

when they were finally out of sight, you ran down hallway and finally found the black-jacket team gathered by an entrance

it was hinata who noticed you and pointed at you, claiming you are the goddess seijoh manager

but you didnt mind and focused on the blueberry

‘kageyama-san?’

you heard iwa mention him and you figured it was his last name

the poor boy was stuttering and awkwardly nodding in greeting

but you clenched your fists

‘i might not be a professional or a volleyball enthusiast but oikawa-san recognizes your talent and he considers you a rival so i do too. kageyama-san, karasuno, we will defeat you. you will face oikawa-san and iwaizumi-san and mattsun-san and makki-san and the others and you will tremble at our strength so play with everything you got because no matter what, we will win. congratulations on your win with your match but i noticed you holding back on them. if i see you, karasuno, kageyama-san, not playing your best, you will face my wrath. keep that in mind.’

you bowed deeply and they were so taken aback bc adkfj;sadfkjask what is going on why is this little chibi threatning them why is kageyama being pointed out what

sugawara let out a shocked chuckle before fussing at you to stand back straight and to not bow at them

you nodded but you held out your phone to the blueberry, a gentle smile on your face

‘i understand you are iwaizumi-san and oikawa-san’s underclassman from middle school. if you would, please exchange contacts with me and you can tell me stories about my boys so i can use it against them to rein them in whenever they get out of control, especially oikawa-san’

lmao y/n whos child are you

poor kagellama tobiyolo stopped functioning and it took sugawara to put in his contact for him

YOU CANNOT TELL ME SUGAMAMA DOES NOT MEMORIZE HIS CHILDRENS CONTACTS

you finally gave everyone a bright smile and waved your hand

‘ill be going now. thank you for your contact, kageyama-san, and expect a text from me later. karasuno, continue playing and the next time i will see you will be in the court. thank you’

when you left, they were still frozen

and kageyama was so red and so flustered bc not only did a girl talk to him, but a PRETTY GIRL talked to him

‘kageyama?! oh my god kageyama’s broken! help!’

seijoh saw you entering the gym and they fussed over you and asked where you went off to since it took you a long time

‘i just talked threatened to kageyama-san’

at the mention of that name, everyone stood still 

but when you mentioned you exchange contacts

oikawa screamed

[robinrequiems]

mmm more clishes.... Idk reverse background or personality kind of au? :/

ill do you one better 1 of my favorite mutual, reverse & personality au, they’re the same age bc I have a tiny idea *shy hands*

this is uh. a really long one thay started to lag my phone too

• oh god guys I got vivid memories of ra’s being a good grandfather and I can’t get it out of my head

• i hate it ur honor

• but ok. krypton didn’t get blown up, instead, they all migrated to earth, more specifically kansas.

• the kryptonians are angry and enraged, they are treated as if they are monsters when they arrived peacefully. they tried to kill them.

• so in return, the aliens killed the humans.

• they created a secret underground. that secret underground is to help aliens or meta humans and kill humans.

• all of them hated aliens and sought to destroy them. until kal el found a reporter trying to help aliens who were injured due to an explosion the government did to take out one of their bases.

• kal el.. fell in love with her. lois lane, she is an reporter fighting for alien rights.

• he met with her. in secret. and they.. had formed a connection. an amazing one.

• and then they had a baby.

• at the alien base, but.. she was human and people did not like that. so they wiped her mind and made her believe that they never had a kid. like the last few months.. wasnt real. she had gone missing those months since the aliens didn’t want her trying to hide the baby, they made her believe the last few months was spent in a coma and kal had found her and taken her to a hospital.

• he couldn’t see her anymore. he mourned for her lost presence, but they would have killed her if she stayed.

• but now they had precious jon el. he would be the highlight of their cause.

• they noticed his powers came in faster than kal’s, so they perfected his powers.

• he was going to bring humanity down on order of his grandfather, jor el

• kal saw his son break slowly. loses that childhood innocence that kal tried to maintain.

• his sons amazing bright blue eyes dulling, loses the spark that he cherished.

• kal was going to get him out of there, try to refuge the remaining childhood he had. even if it killed him.

—

• damian wayne! the bright bubbly and prodigal son of bruce and talia wayne ( b & t are married, suck my— ). the press loved him, he was just.. him. he was the baby and was cute, the cutest ever

• he was an expert in martial arts due to the training his grandfather, father, mother, & so much more gave him

• ra’s owns a farm. he’s.. sorry all i get is farm ra’s vibes due to.. something:) think endgame thanos, yk?

• he was the baby robin, one that you never messed with due to the herd of heroes who would come save him

—

• kalel left jon with Lois, a brief note explaining the current situation

• it was weird, jon was ten and was meeting lois for the first time

“Hi, honey.. I’m lois.”

“I know.. Dad told me about you.”

“Oh.. right. What do you want for dinner?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You have to eat.”

“No! I’m not hungry!”

• an explosive, superpower alien. Lois is way out of her head.

• he had outbursts, a lot of them. it was hard, really hard for Lois; she took some time off from the planet and focused on jon

• he broke a lot of stuff. he sometimes could not control his strength, but she was working with him

• but then one night he ran away, or flew away. he felt remorse for making Lois cry. she saw this as a win, but she lost her kid

• but then a little robin found him

“Um. Are you okay?”

“Huh-what- what do you want? Why are you talking to me?”

“Because you look sad? Yknow - hugs make people feel better. My ahki ( brother ) hugs me when I’m upset and it makes me feel better.”

“Don’t touch me.”

*Damian walked to him, smiling softly* “cmon, i won’t hurt you, silly. I’m robin.”

“A bird?”

“Haha- no, a vigilante- i sorta snuck out. My family can be a bit overbearing- and I sorta embarrassed myself at this theater thing.. some person—“

“Did I ask?”

“No.. sorry.”

“Hey— what are you doing - !”

“Hugging you.”

Jon won’t admit that he likes it, it’s different and weird, like this traffic cone in front of him. Jon pushed him off though, making himself stumble and fall on his ass.

“Ow..”

“Don’t touch me.” With rhat, Jon flew off into the night. Damian didn’t know who this boy was. But he intended on finding out. Even if it killed him. ( maybe not that extreme, but- )

• look damian was smart, right? smarter than average, and smarter than everyone in his school. teachers included ( ha ha )

• so he had to find this boy! so he started looking into aliens. until his family put an end to it

“Damian, this is dangerous.”

“But baba ( dad )”

“No. Go to your room.”

“Ugh!”

• he did slam his door shut if you were wondering

• he will find the mysterious alien boy, okay? he will!

• his brothers teased him and said he had a crush

• no he didn’t! the boy was really mean, he pushed damian- why would he do that? whatta jerk!

• but damian did find him again when he ventured off to metropolis to visit an old friend, colin.

“Alien boy!”

“That’s not my name, bird boy.”

“And that’s not mine. You didn’t tell me yours!”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“It’s safer for you.”

“I can defend myself. You sound so silly, please tell me your name?”

“No.”

“‘Least the first initial?”

“Fine. J.”

“J it is.”

“Yours?”

“Wha- what? I told you my code named.”

“It’s only fair.”

“.. Okay. D.”

“D. Okay.”

• damian talked to him for a bit before jon did fly off when damian was talking about the stars, damian knew he was getting closer to him

• but he got grounded. whoops. he wasn’t supposed to go out

“Give me your phone, Damian.”

“What if I go out? I need a phone, baba.”

“I.. Your computer”

“School work.”

“Switch.”

“What! No- but-!”

“Damian.”

• yeah damian was very mad, but what made him madder was that apparently, his family was listening to the secret conversations between J and him. but d didn’t know that yet..

• his family needed to track down J, they didn’t care if people were aliens, the JL had aliens.. but they had no idea who this boy was, and the way damian was looking into the underground alien sanctuary, that worried rhem. Damian was smart and cunning, but he is able to portray an innocent persona, they all had the habit of undermining his intellect, so if damian began looking into this, it was for a reason

—

• jon found that D rambled. A lot. Even when jon didn’t respond. Jon doesn’t even know how D always found where he was. It’s so weird.

• but Lois noticed a change in jon.. he was. calmer. she didn’t know how, but when he went out, he came back calmer.

“I have to go to Gotham for a gala hosted by Bruce Wayne, would you.. like to come?”

“Do you want me to?”

“I’d like you to, but you don’t have to.”

“.. Fine.”

—

• lois walked to bruce with Jon in tow.

• “bruce.” “Lois, looking lovely as always.. who is this?” “Jon, my son. Say hi, Jon.” “Hi..” “He can hang around one of my sons— Damian, if you want? I’m sure him and his friends would love to have Jon around.” “What do you say Jon? Would you like that?” “Not really..” “I assume you, Damian doesn’t bite. Not anymore. And he’s pretty accepting.” “.. Fine.”

• damian was called over by his father and he did a double take. J. Was here. In front of him. Damian just internally shrugged and held a hand out, “Hi! I’m Damian! Wanna go play with my friends! there’s a game room so we don’t have to be with the gross adults.. you can also just.. sit there. My friends are pretty.. Loud?” “Okay.”

• jon had to take his hand back from damian since damian began eagerly tugging him.

“Damian seems to be accepting him pretty easily.” “I hope they can be friends, Jon.. doesn’t have any. I have only recently got him from his.. father.” “Odd, does he go to school?” “No, not yet, I’m still trying to get him adjusted.” “Ah.. Damian goes to West-Reeves. Maybe he could go there?” “That private school? Bruce.. I cannot afford that- not all of us are millionaires.” “Mhm.. I could pay.” “I can’t let you do that.” “He could get a scholarship.” “In what?” “Academics or athletics.” “Ill.. Talk to him about it. “ “well, ms lane, I just go talk with potential partners, I’ll see you later.”

—

• j got accepted into west reeves under a athletic thingy.

• that was cool. they became best friends!

• sorta

• flashforward 5 years to 15, their dynamic only grew. Damian told Jon his identity, jon didn’t become a hero, but did learn how to stitch damian up because tje idiot showed up bleeding a lot.

• everything was going great

On the phone, Damian: J! J! Guess what’

J: you’re so loud, D, what?

D: I got the lead! In the play!

J: no fucking way?

D: way!

J: Good j—— *crash*

D: J-?

D: J- Jonathan?

D: oh no.

• the call was ended abruptly. Jon always finished his sentences. Something was wrong. Something was really wrong.

• so damian called Lois quickly and ran downstairs to the batcave, lois wasn’t picking up either, she normally always picked up or at least sent a text. She did neither

“Baba!”

“Damian? You should be asleep.”

“Something’s wrong! Somethings really wrong!”

“Jon and Lois- Jon- I heard a crash- and- and”

“Habibi.”

“Mama?”

“Breathe; tell me what’s wrong.”

“I was on a call with Jon.. I told him about the play since I wanted him to go and stuff. Then I heard a crash. And then the line went dead. I’m scared— what if something happened!”

“Let’s not jump to conclusions, what happened with Lois?”

“She didn’t pick up the phone— she normally does! Or she texts me and says she will call back!”

“Maybe she is asleep.”

“No! You need to believe me!”

“Damian, calm down, I do, we will go to see if they’re okay, you get back to bed.”

“No. I’m coming with.”

“No you arent.”

“But!”

“Listen to your father.”

• okay fine. He’ll listen, damian went back up to his room for half an hour before calling his friends to do a rescue mission. He had an extra suit in his room, he can do this.

• with his team, it consisted of shazam, abuse, nobody, and green lantern, himself too, of course.

• captain marvel picked him up once he was ready and they met up with the other 3.

Maya: you said he’s in trouble?

Dami: Yes.

Colin: than let’s go save him!

• they went and saved the bestie, nearly got killed too

• oh and now damians sorta probably grounded when batman shows up 🤡

J:You came for me..?

D:We all did.. why are you so surprised?

J: * wraps his arms around damian * thank you

D: i- yeah.. anytime. what’re friends for?

• friends. Jon liked that. Jon also liked the way Damian’s cheeks went red when jon hugged him

• jon knew he chuckled before Damian’s arms wrapped around him. hard. Damian was a hard hugger

• jon became a superhero at 16. Damian had even more of a reason to sneak into his window every night now! Lois had began thinking the two were dating

D: Us? Dating? Please! He is way too good for me!

J:

L: awwww, gosh, how haven’t you been swept off your feet yet?

J: he has, but he has rejected them all

D: what can I say? I’m a gay theater kid ( this is a /j i promise a big big joke ) so they gotta be dramatic enough to put up with me, AND they need to do something big and bold to actually catch my eye

L: *laughs* take notes, jon

J: mom!

• jon has gone to a few of Damian’s plays and to dress rehearsals

• he was also there to watch damian wreck a car during his drivers test

D: there was a fricking squirrel there, J!

J: are you sure? maybe you’re just a shitty driver?

D: you’re a shitty driver!

J: cmon don’t pout

D: ‘m not!

• he was pouting. oopsie. jon did get him ice cream after

• jon goes by abnormal, because he’s an alien and because I don’t have any other ideas

J: this girl asked me out

M: oh? who! tell us!

D: ..what?

J: yeah, in my physics class

T: ooh! get it, jonno

M: give us a name, coward!

J: her name is Charlotte— but she goes by charlie. she’s.. different. red head. pretty freckles—

M: pretty freckles? does Jonny have a crush?! Oh my gosh, our sons growing up, Tai!

T: im about to start sobbing

J: fuck offff— D?

D: huh?

J: you’re being quiet, you plotting??

D: uh. yeah! duh- *he nudged jons shoulder with his, forcing a grin* figuring out ways to embarrass you in front of your girlfriend.

J: sucha brat- * jon ended up putting Damian into a playfully chokehold *

• damian just played along. he just smiled and watched as jon began walking with her instead of their friend group

M: hey- kid- you alright?

D: I’m onto a year younger than you Maya.

M: tou didn’t answer the question

D: I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be? You’re silly.

• tai ended up pulling him aside

T: when are you going to tell him?

D: how am I supposed to when he basically has a girlfriend now?

T: are you just gonna sit there and pine all day??

D: yes, thank you for understanding

• he’s a stubborn little shit and will absolutely not confess, his best friend is happy, who is he to ruin that?

T: he’s totally jealous.

J: so- do you- do you think it’ll work? That he’ll be surprised?

T: totally

J: thank you for lending me your girlfriend, Maya

M: anytime- not literally- you aren’t having her again

• this was all a trick, sorry, d.. jon does like you

• ( hope you all saw that foreshadowing earlier :) )

• damian needed big and dramatic. jon was gonna do that. even if he was uh. sorta aloof and shy.

• he learned how to sing and play the guitar for Damian. maya and tai were gonna scatter flower petals onto the floor for Damian to follow ( they will tell him too too )

• the whole school will probably watch as Damian finally gets a big dramatic proposal

• damian will love it

M: just follow the petals!

D: I’m confused

M: trust us

• damian did and followed the petals and low and behold, jon kent with a guitar and small smile

D: j-jon?

J: hey. I wrote you a song

D: no you didn’t

J: shut up and listen dumbass

*after that amazing song of how Jon asked damian out to homecoming*

D: that was amazing

J: dramatic enough for you?

D: YES! ( damian went and sprinted to jon, hugging him so tightly before leaning in to kiss him ) we are boyfriends now right

J: yeah, idiot

D: ur the idiot

• I can’t add anymore because myphones really laggy, I hope you enjot

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

from an anon, about parents and school

(it's just long, that's why it's under a break XD)

here's my proposition: make parents understand that not every child should conform to whatever traditional career paths that exist. as an asian, i could feel the pressure to take science like a fucking boulder on my body. i have to rant a bit.

i am the younger sibling, my brother is two years elder to me. i was never instilled any curiosity in anything science related, i was kinda left all by myself lol. my brother tho, maybe because he was older or because he was a guy (yeah LMFAO), was encouraged AND involved in a LOT of coding, mechanix (its a construct-ur-own-stuff thing).

i guess i never really noticed until i was leaving middle school, that i was not as smart as him, and would probably never be. but i had other strengths he didnt have. i love writing, im pretty good at it. i am analytical and subejctive, i like thinking and making conclusions about things. i mean i guess i've figured out what i could be better at, right? but the problem?

its that my parents dont see it. its as if they dont know me or they DO know me and are just forcing the things they need onto me. it feels selfish of them to completely forgo my actual strengths. like YES OK i UNDERSTAND i can never be as smart as my brother, but u dont have to pretend like i can. because pretending that i can achieve whatever he has, is just going to affect YOU. because i have accepted long ago that some things arent for me.

they think i dont want to put effort into anything i do. that im lazy and want the easy way out. god, every time they say this i want to honestly show them that its the things IM interested in, where i put in the work. its so belittling.

ive written articles abt bts, their music, about how carl jungs theory of archetypes and i occasionally ask a lot of questions about the world to you (hi lol). i just dont get why they want me to waste energy on something im clearly uninterested in.

short answer, point to BTS and say, "They're Asian, they make tons of money. Leave me alone."

just kidding XD

If I'm being serious, I don't think they will change their mind. They will continue to force their ideals onto you, because they believe in certain career paths had assured success and that is what they are after. They either want you to make a certain amount of money, have a certain status in life, or simply know that you can obtain a stable job. To be honest, these are not really traditional career paths at all if you think about it. Becoming a doctor takes many, many years and it is hard ass work. Parents just make it seem as if these are the only jobs available to you, even if you know it's not true.

Men vs women in Asian countries, well, I feel everyone knows this, but many Asian parents born in their respective countries put more effort into their sons than daughters. Firstborn son? He probably walks on water to them XD

I understand what you mean when you say your parents do not understand. This might sound egotistical (it does now that I'm writing it, I am very sorry) but I was the one in my family who got the best grades. None of my siblings got better grades than me (basically I had a 4.0 from middle school to university), and do you think with all that I would be immune?

Nope.

I am good at the sciences and I am good at the humanities as well. I had an interest in reading, writing, and drawing. Reading fiction, I could pass it off to educate myself. Writing? I could pass it off as something for school. But drawing?

Woo, boy.

This was a constant fight. I do not back down (a rebel, wcyd) and I drew and it would get ripped apart. I drew and it would get torn up and thrown away. I drew and and would be beaten, yelled at, constantly belittled for my interest in it even though I was good at the sciences and math. To my mom (my dad doesn't count, he had zero interest in parenting) - if she did not think it was going to make money in the future, it was useless. If I could not spin it into profit, I should not be doing it (very fun childhood I had, yes). The most ironic thing is, after I became an adult, she suggested I start drawing again and sell it to make money.

Hello?

You literally forced me to stop drawing because you constantly connected it with negativity???

(not now, I have since stopped talking to her and started drawing again and it is purely for myself, not to show anyone else, I do not even post it on social media or show anyone irl)

Not saying your parents will act like mine, btw, only sharing my experience.

The idea that you'll never be as smart as your brother? That's bullshit lol. That's like saying intelligence is only valuable if it's science or math, which, as you know, is not true. You are you. He is himself. It is not you cannot do those things. It is that those things are not what you want to focus on. You have a limited amount of time in this life and you have chosen the things you want to delve into and explore.

You don't have to be good at everything. Everything is just not good enough for you.

I am of the mindset that you should try and learn everything you can about this world. I love learning, personally. I think knowing everything I know, from the humanities to the sciences, enriches my life and gives me a broader perspective.

But I totally understand how you feel, because being pushed into something makes you end up hating it. Parents push their kids to learn this or that and kids end up resenting schoolwork because it doesn't feel like something they wanna do anymore. It's just adults yapping in their ears and it feels pointless. Grades aren't everything. You think anyone cares that I aced Physics with Calculus I and II as an adult? LMAO, no one gives a shit. You passed, good enough XD

Here's how I think you should treat school. It's not the content that matters. It's you understanding how you learn each subject. Every subject is different and how you learn them is different. It is not because you are bad at the subject, it is because you haven't figured out the best learning style for you. Teachers have to teach a mass of students and, yes, I understand this seems very tedious to have to "teach yourself".

The skill in learning to learn becomes so, so valuable as an adult. It is how you maintain interest in things, how you develop new interests, and how will come to find meaning (in whatever you want to focus on finding meaning for). I'm not saying that you will be able to find your perfect learning style in every subject, but I am encouraging you to simply see it in that light.

And, you might find certain things to be not that important to you, in which case, just pass the class, it's totally fine if it's not going to help you for the career path you're going for XD Nobody asks me about the themes of William Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet" (tbh, a pair of overdramatic loons) or how I feel about Sigmund Freud (actually a twat, but that's neither here nor there).

Let them talk. That one that walks your path is you. Focus on what you want to focus on. They are set in their ways and they way to show them there are different paths is to walk them.

[heleizition]

I am just now finding out about your chosen one au and must know more

ok so i decided to copy paste everything i wrote to my friends when talking about it so its gonna be long Oups ... but it's the most complete ill ever be about it !

so this is set in a universe where gods, old and new are very present and usually they have humans serving them, regularly called chosen ones, every century or so. it's considered an honor and every sanctuary and gods have different missions for their chosen ones and it can go from taking care of the temple every week while being allowed to have their own life to go on a mission to erradicate evil. humans usually know that they are destined to be taken in by gods because of marks on their body, specific to the god(s) they'll serve. the mark starts to glow and guide them to where their god is waiting for them once the god decides they want them.

the story is set on an island stuck between two different temples. on the island stands gotham which is a strangely sunny city,  and then you have the deep sea in the bay, and the deep forest north of gotham. if gotham is mysteriously devoid of bad things, its because it's been giving every century a child to the old gods temple in the deep forest. and time is coming, soon, another one will go.

so here you have the wayne family, they mostly have the same backgrounds ? kind of ? cass's parents were mercenaries that went into the deep forest, where no one (haha) in gotham dares going due to fear of breaking the old gods protections, never came back, and left cass on her own in town. bruce adopted her. dick's parents were travelers on a ship that sailed not far from the island and while they did not survive, the gods in the deep see allowed dick to stay alive until he reached the coast. immm not quite sure of what happened to jason's parents yet but uh he's here and alive woo

damian is a bit of a mystery to most people. he was delivered to bruce's doorstep when he was only a few days old. what they dont know is that nine months earlier bruce went into the deep forest himself. 

so added to that is timothy drake. young boy of the drake family, the two parents who dont seem to care for him much. the boy is quiet but full of smiles and affection to give and when jason and cass drag him to the wayne estate after a day out, bruce opens his arms to him. he's a regular at the wayne house and a few days after he turns 11, he stops showing up. bruce's kids cant find him. the drakes dont seem disturbed by their missing son. and bruce knows the drakes by now, know they wouldnt give their affection to someone they knew would disappear, and bruce realises tim is gone, to the old gods in the deep forest. 

so tim, 11, wakes up sweating and his room lit up with a green light that he's never seen before but in dreams and he knows that it's time. he knows that this strange mark spreading across his back, shaped like a dragon, is glowing green. he's being called.

he moves by himself, not thinking, opens the door to his room and the one that leads outside and it's so fitting when he notices that his parents arent even home, that he'd leave without them caring. soon he's reaching the deep forest and for the first time in his life, when looking at the dark depth, he's not scared, and he walks on. 

tim walks and walks and there are eyes looking at him bu the soft green glow reassures him, and he knows where he should walk, and soon he's reaching a temple, strong stone and green plants and a setting sun carved on its floor, and there is a man - a god ? - walking out. and his eyes are glowing green like the mark he knows is glowing in his back, but it feels wrong, and when tim looks around again everything looks so much hostile, 

tim made researches on the deep forest temple, since he knew it was gonna be his future, and he knew that temple was supposed to host old gods who were dying, so why does it feel so wrong ?

tim approaches, despite himself, and waits for the man - god??? - to say anything. there is a hand, wrinkly and uncomfortable and cold, on his cheek, and tim looks up, and he's shivering when the god - he knows hes a god. he knows he is now. - speaks up.

"i am ra's al ghul. you were given to me to serve me. you will obey me in any way i see fit, and you are to never return to your human town." 

tim did make researches before he was taken. he knew that usually the child taken by the deep forest gods could travel to town without punishment. he knew that, with pattern, they were taken early, before they turned fifteen. he knew that he would most likely be lucky, have a mostly free life. he didnt know that a new god in quest of power had taken over, chained some of the old gods inhabiting the temple, killed others, simply for power and magic. he didnt know that he would be chained to a scary and cold temple, with a terrifying and powerful god that could turn him to dust on a whim. 

so thats basically,,, the intro ? the first part ?

so a few months after tim disappeared, it was jasons turn. 

jason, much like tim, had marks on his wrists and arms, long lines following his limbs. they're signs of being of the all caste temple, chosen one for those gods. for the ones in the deep sea. now these humans linked to temple in the sea are a bit different than the kind that tim was supposed to be. the all castes purpose is protection, and while there always is a human chosen for them, they're not always called for their purpose, in fact, no all caste chosen one had been guided to the temple in the deep see in generations.

however, one day, jason woke up, glowing white lines on his arms, told dick that he had to go to the sea, and disappeared for months.

jason doesn't remember going into the sea when he wakes up in the temple, doesnt know how he survived the journey there, but he's there, by the will of the gods, and he's informed of his purpose.

something hover over the island. something bad. it's already there, its root in the islands ground, and it must be killed. that will be jason's purpose. he doesnt know where. he doesnt know when. he knows it will happen.

so they train him. they give him the weapons and magic he will need to defeat the enemy. they want to protect the island and its inhabitant.

several months later, jason leaves again, with new knowledge and strength, and washes up on the beach, and dick finds him, unconscious. he brings him back to the wayne estate, where he tells his tale of sea gods and protection and prophecy where he is the hero.

years pass. its been about nine years since tim disappeared, since jason went to the sea temple for the first time. damian is 16 and damian wants answers from his father. he knows he's from the deep forest. he knows his mother is there. he wants to meet her, he wants to know her. but bruce never talks about her, never says anything about their meeting, like he was commanded not to, and damian decides to go against all beliefs he has grown with and he prepares. he will get in the forest. he will find his mother.

except jason know his little brother and he knows and sees him planning and on the night he leaves, jason is here, not stopping him, but ready to follow him into the forest. he has a feeling. something is there for him too .

so they travel in the forest, they're not really sure how to find damian's mother with how little bruce ever said about her, and they find creatures along the way, some of them recognize damian as one of their kin, which is how they realise damian's mother is either part god or part spirit, and jason as a god's messenger. they do not guide them, but they do not attack them. 

until they walk into a territory they feel they shouldnt have walked into

a small being with wings and claws attacks, telling them to not trespass, it's smaller than jason had been at 14, but it's furious and cold and it strikes right. and when jason finally looks up he's terrified to see that he recognizes the child in front of him. and its wrong, because tim should have been nineteen by now, but he doesnt look older than 15. 

finally the fight draws to a close when jason calls out for tim, a name he musnt have heard a lot, or not recently, not with care and not without an order behind it. tim stops. tim looks. he recognizes the boys in front of them, even if its been nearly ten years. after all they were two of the last humans he ever saw.

"you cant be here. you cant be here if he knows he will kill you and i cant let you die. please you need to go"

im not quite sur how they get tim to follow, or if they get in ra's territory, but they camp in a safe zone with tim, and tim tells them his story

[torture mention, non consensual body modification]

after ra's took him, he tortured him, he experimented on him. after all he was his first ever human tribute, to obey and be controlled at will, a toy for an immortal, and after many games of the new god, he settled on making tim a sentinel for his property, one that will age slowly and wont feel pain, a puppet with no strings but one that is scared of ra's power, enough that it will obey. jason and damian are Angry. something at the back of jason's head tells him that this ra's might have something to do with his own prophecy. 

so after that its more blurry but tim reacts strangely to damian, he's a bit scared of him and he figures out it's bc of his heritage, that he has links to ra's, and he leads them to talia who's half god half spirit and hidden deeper and deeper in the forest, away from her father, and it makes tim leave the territory he's supposed to guard, disobey ras, which makes ra's angy bc tim never disobey, not since the first few times when he was 12/13 and thought he would still get out,,,

so there is a bit of a final showdown w tim talia jason and damian facing ra's, ra's using his hold on tim to hurt him, and talia torn between her father and her son + tim who she's seen grow up from far away and who she feels she should have protected from ra's,, jason eventually has a one on one with ra's and the prophecy does happen and he kills ra's and angry old gods who were chained in the temple wake up and banish ra's soul from this realm.

they heal tim from whatever ra's did to him, with the promise that he will travel to care for the god's temple again, as his duty was supposed to be 

they all get back to gotham, tim still looks 15 but will grow to his real age within a few months, he has many scars and the mark on his back changed for a setting sun like what was carved on the temple's entrance, damian has his Mom, and jason is free from his all caste duty.

the end woooo this is over 2k long rip !! feel free to ask if u got more questions :0 !!

[patchdotexe]

explorers of arvus: heading back / 3.11.21

zoom and enhonse

LAST TIME ON ARVUS taure passed out and we are now down a healer! also we met a disciple of halvkar, and surprisingly did not murder her. this is fine. we have instantly gotten distracted by our various carts. cats. our various cats

DID ANY OF US CATCH TAURE, SHE FELL OVER sieron tried to catch her and smacked charlie+thorne in the face (he rolled a nat1, f) BUT the catboy is to the rescue bc silje is the designated Not Incompetent of the group today

CONSULT THE CHILD hewwo yrel yrel: her mind is being consumed by the serpent of nightmares. :D charlie: HELLO?????//

so, dendar(?) the night serpent is imprisoned beneath arvus! she was formed from the nightmares of the first sentient being, and sometimes she eats people's nightmares. if she's exceptionally hungry, she'll force nightmares onto people for her to feed off their fear. yrel thinks taure will Probably wake up. there's a thing on arvus mentioned by the locals called a "sleeping sickness" where people will fall asleep for a few days, sometimes longer, but will wake up. its magical in cause, the people afflicted by it have horrific nightmares, and its just kinda. a thing. wowza

(i have gone back to spelling yrel's name as yrel bc i think it looks nice)

OH HEY SOMEONE POSTED A THEORY ON ONE OF MY STICKMOLUS ANIMATIONS man i should get back to stickmolus sometime. once dsmp releases its awful grip on me.

i keep getting distracted by seeing myself in the camera preview. i have a tooth gap! what the fuck its cute?? K I KNOW WE'RE SUPER BLURRY IN FRONT RN BUT PLEASE HELP ME STAY FOCUSED I SWEAR -leo

we're gonna build a sled! to put taure on. thorne: i have a good strength score. ....i say, out loud charlie: i am four feet tall. [cue argument between thorne & sieron about them both being horcs but sieron has a +0 bc strength is his dump stat] OH, OKAY, THORNE ROLLED A NAT20 TO CARRY TAURE. NICE

[discussion about what to tell everyone at camp vengenace] thorne: the last thing we need to do is a witch hunt charlie: --and we already hunted the witch! the witch has been hunted.

time to discuss strategy! we need to figure out how to head back to camp vengeance, eg if we want to follow the path we already took or if we wanna do some trailblazing. looks like we're gonna try and take the most direct path! which means we'll prolly risk tangoing with some undead but im willing to risk it TINY HUT STAIRCASE sorry i just remember it now and then

nyx: [meowing at his cats] thorne: uh... why is silje meowing? jorb: silje's food bowl is empty jorb: you look at silje's food bowl and there's a divot in the middle and the food is all on the sides emotionally, we must bully the catboy silje saw something interesting and started meowing

thorne: ill take first watch silje: ill also take first watch. charlie: [quietly] gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy (but, like, extended for 15 seconds)

silje: [takes watch] [rolls a nat1 and gets distracted by looking at his crush]

THORNE HAS LOCATED A DOG the dog does not give a shit about the tiny hut. THE DOG HAS PEED ON THE TINY HUT goodbye dog

EVERYONE IS ROLLING AT LEAST 1 NAT1 thorne: wow! that sure is a dog. thorne has drawn the worst possible dog. thorne has erased the worst possible dog. we dont speak of the worst possible dog its the dog version of honse. DONSE

sieron is now on watch! MAN we are havin trouble rolling today. at least kali's here to make sure sieron doesnt stare at a rock for 50000 years sieron sees a mouse! bottom text

charlie is now on watch! kali is havin a big ol thonk. nothing meaningful has come of this

i am perceiving some deer. sieron is not perceiving some deer. silje is perceiving some deer, but better the deer are fucked up and undead! silje has gone from "we should hunt these deer for food" to "we should hunt these deer for sport"

charlie: i do not feel like being jumped by five thousand skeletons

charlie takes first watch with sieron! WHY ARE OUR ROLLS SO TERRIBLE taure is super cursed right now. that's not very pog charlie: this place sucks. thorne: to be fair, we havent-- charlie: YOU'RE ASLEEP, SHUT UP

oh hey coolname galvanic finally partied. nice.

thorne is at watch! solar: hey, is leomund's tiny hut an orb? there's a critter digging around! AH, THE CRITTER IS UNDEAD. this could be a problem

solar: hey michael, how much does the horrific sin against god dog i drew look like this creature michael: [dice roll noises] about 50%.

michael: if anyone likes, they can make a nature check-- solar: ME MEMEMEMEME ME ME ME

its a bulette! aka a land shark. problem: they are not normally undead. this one is undead.

jorb: imagine if you could tame one of those and use it as a mount. leo: IT WOULD JUST DIG UNDERGROUND AND LEAVE YOU THERE

we are just calling it a weird dog

we're going to mail a letter to the heart of arvus. HEY, CHECK OUT THIS WEIRD DOG,

JORB FOUND ART OF A BABY BULETTE. WEIRD PUPPY!

solar: hey guys, check out this sick art of a bulette i found

silje kept a lookout for the weird dog but its just fucked off. goodbye, weird dog give it up for day 3!

man there's been like, three incinerations today in blaseball. what's up with that. I SWEAR IM MOSTLY PAYING ATTENTION its just been an eventful day in blaseball. also im wearing my garages bomber rn. jaylen is home wooOOOO the wind smells stinky. this is fine.

we're actively avoiding whatever combat michael keeps nudging at us bc we're carrying around an unconscious person and i SWEAR hes gonna throw something directly at us once he's done with our shenanigans

UHH MICHAEL ASKING FOR PASSIVE PERCEPTION LOL

huh. this place used to be inhabited? we're in the woods rn but there's some like, stone ruins? like, VERY ruins. like, not really any structures standing, but enough evidence to show there Were things. WE FOUND A STATUE charlie: i want to smash my face against the lore.

used to be a circle of standing stones, but most of em fell over or got overgrown. inside of the circle has been cleared, although v roughly-- ground's torn up statue is of fjolnir! warrior holding up a spear and shield. AH, THERE ARE CORPSES, a human got REAL fucked up here. one of the corpses is straight up impaled on fjolnir's spear. n ... not pog.

i am trying so, so hard to pay attention. but i also kinda wanna take a nap.

charlie: [stares at statue] [rolls a 4] i wonder if he had a dick.

okay so something rolled in, tore up the overgrowth inside the circle, and murdered a couple dudes. and was also super tall and human-adjacent. hrm.

oh my god why are we rolling so shit today. time to stealth away and hope we dont get casually dismembered

k: jorb's hair is so long... leo: K, PLEASE,

time for a break! i am very tired but im gonan see if i can push through a little further. nyx is petting his cat why do orangatangs look like that

first watch is thorne and sieron! have they even, like, talked thorne unhabby ): thorne's worried we were tresspassing when checking out the statue, meanwhile im thinking about that one time when sieron got bit by a groundhog

(oh my god this is from late 2018)

leomund's tiny hut, aka the anti-sea bear circle we are getting SO much mileage out of the tiny hut. SILJE HUMS A SONG WITH KALI cute........... FINALLY I HAVE ROLLED ABOVE A 14 wait no i rolled a 16 twice. anyway we are not dead

nearly at camp vengenace! boy howdy i hope camp vengeance didnt get burned down. AH FUCK TAURE IS UNCONSCIOUS SO WE CANT CAST FOR DETECT POISON kaepora nearly made us all shit ourselves but its okay he just saw some bison and thought it was cool Michael Is Consulting Several Tables

WHY DOES JORB'S CAMERA ZOOM LIKE THAT why am i hungry. i have so many questions

HEY, TALL GUY [smacks sieron]

camp vengeance looks better! like, nobody's Obviously Sick anymore, the medical tents arent overfilled, we did it! we saved the dayyyyyy time to report to ryder! taure's getting dropped off at the medical tent

man remember when charlie didnt wear pants

oh man, with taure unconscious charlie is now taking point with social interaction. wild. jk im making jorb do it bc im tired HAHA NAT 20 PERSUASION BC OF ME HELPIN SIERON man ryder is such a cock. he was totally ready to keep throwing troops at heaven's brazier to die until we managed to persuade him out of it. jorb: did we tell ryder about the vision? michael: you kinda just took a look at him and went STINKY BOY!

okay yeah anything that dies on arvus will just pop back up as undead. man, arvus sucks.

ryder: alright, dismissed. charlie: seeya, soldier boy! :D hahahahaha im gonna eat his knees.

SILJE NEEDS ENRICHMENT IN HIS ENCLOSURE

charlie: ive decided he sucks. silje: we've already arrived to that, you're late!

LMAO WE WALKED IN ON INGRID AND HER CRUSH they fuckin. nice. you go, you funky lesbian

jorb: we've got the tiny hut, we could go anywhere leo: we could go to SPACE! nyx: we could not go to space. leo: WITH A TINY HUT STAIRCASE, WE CAN,

we are 320 miles away from the spaceship that exists on arvus. nice.

michael: justin sees you-- roll a strength saving throw. leo: i cant wait to die! [rolls a 3] I AM CRUSHED BY MY DOG michael: he rolled a nat20.

BOSS ENCOUNTER: CHARLIE'S DOG (the small circle next to him is one of the medical tents.)

THORNE IS PACT OF THE GUN solar: PARRY THIS, YOU FUCKING CASUAL

sieron, to ingrid: seems like youve been doing well charlie: i punch sieron. sieron: sieron: the camp, of course.

man we have no idea if the heart of arvus is actually related to the prophecy or not. theres a Lot of stuff lining up, but not enough, and its hard to say how much of it couldve been literal?

solar & michael: [discussing exposition] me: [cracking up bc penn sent me a funny dsmp joke]

prophecies are weird.

charlie is just s she is just sitting here SILJE PLAYED CARDS REALLY GOOD AT ME nyx rolled a nat20 and took all my money

oh cool we can talk to yrel telepathically! time to hoist yrel. THIS IS SO SCUFFED thorne mentioned yrel and now we're trying to explain to ingrid that we have a magic talking snake charlie: I WANT TO GO HOME. thorne: we cant go, we have a GOD-KING to kill! "i think theyre insane, theyre talking to a snake" "ingrid, druids exist" "oh. im gonna go back to getting railed by my 7 foot tall girlfriend"

[dirt-cup-draco]

Ginny Weasley x Reader - All I’ll Ever Do Is Watch

@rini-scallison Thank you for the request! Based off the song She by Dodie <3

You woke up with a groan, eyes blurring as you let your eyes roam over the room, landing on the shock of red hair that was spread out next to you. You shift slightly and found your legs were tangled with this sleepy blob of Weasley.

“Gin, cmon get up, I gotta pee,” You mumbled, shoving your friend’s shoulder. 

She mumbled something that resembled, “Bugger off, Y/N,” and it brought a smile to your face as you went to brush her hair away from her face but you paused. It was daylight now. You weren’t drunk and she wasn’t either. It wasn’t normal to want her. 

You got up and stumbled” to the bathroom, kicking a bottle of firewhisky on your way. Gryffindor had won a match against Slytherin the night before, it would be a sin not to get absolutely plastered and party until the sun started to rise. And party you had. 

“You did it!” You giggled, arms wrapping around Ginny as she squealed in delight. Her own arms coming to hold you close. You took a deep breath and sighed. She smelled like lemongrass and apple. Perfect. You watched with doe eyes as she released you and handed you a cup with a wicked smile on her freckled features. 

“Of course I did it Y/N!” She winked and your heart nearly stopped in your chest. You giggled and tried to fight your blush by knocking back the entire cup of firewhisky in your hand. It burned all the way down but you kept your composure. Her strong had came to clap your back as she led you to get another drink. “I always do well when my best friend comes to watch,” She added and your heart warmed.

“I’ll always come to see you Ginny,” You promised, a flush of warmth spreading through your limbs as you relaxed some, easily drinking more. “I’d never skip out on a chance to watch you,” You admitted but found she was already turning away, gliding through the room. Her eyes set on someone else. Some guy of all things. You sighed. This party was to be like every other.

You brought the cold water up to your face, rubbing your eyes and sputtering at the shocking feeling as you forced yourself out of memories from last night. You wouldn’t let yourself get your hopes up again.

By the time you were ready Ginny was just barely rolling out of bed. Your bed. “Merlin, Y/N, why’d you let me drink so much?” 

You scoffed. “I lost you halfway through, by the time I found you, you were trashed and begging me to take you to your room,” 

“Y/N!” Ginny giggled with a high pitched squeal, tossing her arm over your shoulder as she leaned into you. She had clearly had one too many as she swayed against you. You had had quite a bit yourself but not enough to inhibit your motor skills. Well, sort of. You wrapped an around Ginny’s waist and stumbled a bit but she balanced you out and you remained upright.

“I’m tired of everyone, lets go to bed, take me to our room sunshine,” The girl pleaded with you and you smiled to yourself. She’d called you sunshine since you’d met in first year. She wouldn’t ever tell you why but it made you happy nonetheless. 

Never being able to say no, you helped her up the steps and you were going to put her in her own bed when she put her arms around your neck, falling into your bed and dragging you with her. “Here,” She declared as you put your elbows on either side of her head as she refused to move her arms from your neck. She was bloody strong. 

“Gin-” 

“Ooh! I like Gin!” She said, bumping her nose against yours as your cheeks heated.

“No, Ginny,” You laughed softly, trying to pull away again. “Let me get up, I don’t want to sleep on you,” 

“I don’t want to let you go~” She whined, lips brushing against yours. “You can sleep on me,” 

Any words you had died in your throat. Your heart ached. You weren’t sure you could survive this again but you couldn’t live without it either. You looked forward to every single quidditch party. Ginny always let her guard down and she got clingy. Not just affectionate like usual. She always took you somewhere private and pulled you closer than either of you should be while still calling yourselves friends. She kissed you like she wouldn’t mind doing it for the rest of her life, like she would kiss you in front of others.

You had to remind yourself it was only because she was drunk. 

Ginny pressed her lips against yours harder this time, a bit more desperate. Her teeth pulled gently at your bottom lip as she tried to get you to reciprocate. When you remained frozen she stopped. “Y/N... What’s wrong?” She muttered, lips going to your neck instead. Your heart thudded in your chest and the strength in your arms nearly vanished. You had to catch yourself, harden your resolve. 

“Ginny, no, not again,” You pleaded, pulling away this time as her arms dropped from around your neck. 

“What do you mean?” She sighed, hand going to her hair as she brushed through it with her nimble fingers. 

“We can’t. No more kissing. You’re out of your mind, you don’t actually want to kiss me,” You choked out, looking away and sitting at the edge of your bed. 

“Why not? You were fine with it before,” She persuaded, hands traveling up and down your sides and she came to sit behind you, legs spread out on either side of you as she moved your hair to the side, lips ghosting over the junction between your neck and shoulder. 

“I am fine with it but you arent. That’s the problem Gin, I’d kiss you sober. You wouldn’t do the same,” You snapped.

Silence. Then a whispered, “oh”, and then nothing. Nothing except for the rustling of sheets as she moved away from you. It went quiet again. You were expecting to hear her footfalls but nothing came. Wiping away your tears you turned your head and found her fast asleep on your pillow. Of course. 

You couldn’t fight the smile on your face. She always looked so sweet while she slept. But that “oh” was more of an answer than you had hoped to have. She didn’t want you, not really. 

“Goodnight Ginny, I love you,” You spoke honestly, laying down besides her as you wrapped your arms around yourself. Even in your bed, she had never felt further away. She was unreachable. 

“Well what next?” Ginny asked, fixing her sweater that had ridden up while she’d slept. 

“I um- I brought you upstairs. You fell asleep.” You muttered, tugging your robes on over your uniform. 

“Is that it?” Ginny narrowed her eyes and you couldn’t meet them. 

“Of course,” 

“Liar” 

You let the room fall quiet as you slipped your shoes on but Ginny sat, here honey eyes boring into the side of your head. “What do you want to hear?” You said with more bitterness than you meant. She didn’t look startled, just expectant. 

“The truth,” 

“Fine, the same thing that always happened happened. You kissed me but this time I stopped it....I can’t keep doing this Gin,” 

“W-why not?” She said, scrambling from your bed a quizzical look in her eye as she chewed at her lip. God those lips would be the death of you. 

But you couldn’t keep doing this to yourself. It really was killing you knowing she had your heart entirely, she had wormed her way into every nook and cranny and she had sunk herself in deep. You knew it wasn’t the same for her. You weren’t as deeply rooted in her own hear.t She loved everyone she met and there wasn’t room to get under her skin. She was full of love and life and there wasn’t the room for you to be anything more than a friend. 

“Because I’m in love with you and you will never be in love with me,” You muttered, the words bitter in your mouth. Ginny stood still now, her head hung low. It wasn’t a surprise to her. She knew how you felt. It had been clear since the first time she’d kissed you at a party and you’d tried to hold her hand as you walked to class the next day. She wished she could forget the pain on your face as she tore her hand away from yours. 

It wasn’t that she didn’t like girls, she’d been with a few, and god she knew you would be a good match. You were her other half. But, more like a sister. Well, a sister that she liked to kiss sometimes. But she liked Harry. A lot. Ginny might even love him. And she couldn’t give you her heart when it was someone else’s. 

You stormed out, tears burning at your eyes. Tears she had put there. Tears she couldn’t make disappear. Because no matter how much Ginny loved you, you were right. She didn’t love you the same way and she wouldn’t pretend to. 

All you’d ever be to Ginny Weasley was a friend, a spectator. Damned to watch and admire and moon over every little perfect thing she did. 

Never again would you get to kiss her peach and apple lips and bury your face in her neck as her hair fell around you two like a blanket of fire. Never again would you hold her against you as she snored, her legs kicking out around her as she slept. 

From now on all you’d get to do was watch.

[petitepistol]

CHAIN OF SWEETNESS

5 THINGS YOU LOVE ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER.

this is hard because i have to separate elena from how she exists in canon from the elena i have built up for myself in my mind, so in the interest of brevity im choosing to focus on the canon aspects that deeply drew me to her to begin with and continue to feed my fascination and frustration with her to this day

ONE elena is a minor character. like, take her out of the story of the game and nobody would bat an eye. the writers dont really know what they are doing with her at any given moment, so she is this half formed mess of anachronistic traits. that can be really interesting and really challenging to try and flesh out, especially when you factor in how disconnected she is from even the characters closest to her and what those interpersonal dynamics must be like. even among the turks she is an outlier, new to the team and hellbent on diligently doing her job despite not having the same ghosts as the rest of them. before crisis tries to touch on that with her sister, but that just muddies the waters further providing conflicting motivations that they never really address. because, as stated initially, she is a minor character. and that means the exposition is something i have to do, not canon.

TWO despite being a minor character, from a mechanics standpoint she serves a purpose. her first appearance is there to give you an important lead on the big bad, her narrative purpose in the wutai subquest means you get both a party member and a forge fragile armistice with the turks. during the icicle portion if you get knocked out by her, she drops you off in gast’s house, which might mean the devs were using her to guide less skilled players into viewing missable but important lore. this extends to the compilation, where she is utilized off screen for the jenova head in a box debacle, and in before crisis to pad out the plot a little longer by getting kidnapped. from a game design perspective her existence is validated not by good writing but by being a deus ex machina and i have learned to love that as much as i hate it.

THREE she occupies a space where you can throw just about a billion tropes at her and it can work. people don’t usually realize this, but for such bit player you can do a lot with her. also if you wanna write snappy dialogue you can let this girl just say fucking anything. nothing is off limits coming out of her mouth, because there is so little to go off of and what data there is can be interpreted so broadly. that also means you can write her as downright sociopathic or as an unlikely altruist, leaning towards either of the extremes or staying dead center in the middle of the road. the only limitations are that of the perceptional biases of the writer.

FOUR that she is the highest level of the turks in game will never not make me ridiculously happy. i love that this so called clumsy rookie is the most difficult to take out in a fight with the rarest gear. if you wanna hear more about aspect that go here.

FIVE hnnnnng pretty girl who can kick my ass please step on me unga bunga

5 10 PEOPLE ON HERE YOU LOVE, AND WHY.

there are so many wonderful people i want to give accolades too that i often find it hard to do these kind of daisy chains, and even now im cheating by doubling the number. that still isnt enough, so to those who arent on this list i have to say i love you too but the powers that be and my own shyness turned off the mic before the speech ended

ONE forever amused by how both @makeupandmateria and @madamdirectcr are not only incredible to me as a player, but elena as a character. we are in love with this surprising supportive mean ladies coterie. swiftie plays an elegantly dubious scarlet to the hilt and manages to bring out the best in everyone. lottie brings an uncanny sensitivity to scarlet that makes you think while being so sweet and engaging outside of play.

TWO speaking of girls muses supporting other girl muses @heavenlyfighter and @cultivatxr are a dynamic duo and im lucky enough to be in talks with both of them. jessica plays a lovely tifa who has such a melancholy imbued to her strength while not only tolerating my flakiness but being so understanding, while phoe has had a perfect grasp on aerith for what feels like an epoch always letting that same vibrancy spill out into reality.

THREE so @animus-inspire and @urbdev-assistant are two peas of positivity in a pod and i adore them for it. one them plays an understated hero who has the capacity to do great good even when aligned with evil and the other has taken the adage about there being a great woman behind every great man and elevated an npc into a brilliant character. both are fantastic.

FOUR shout out to @missionheartcd and @rude-at-your-service for being not only the best coworkers elena could ever had but being consistently delightful out of character. not only do i want to play more with their characters, i also appreciate their support.

FIVE thank you to @warofthebeasts​ and @inanisvitae​ for putting up with my inexplicable affection for sephiroth. kevin is so patient with my persistent poking and prodding and you could not find a more passionate advocate for either character development or friendship than maria.

5  SONGS EITHER YOU OR YOUR MUSE REGARD AS A ‘GUILTY PLEASURE’ THAT ALWAYS MAKES YOU SMILE.

these are mostly mine but may or may not apply to elena from some twisted meta perspective also this was hard because i have no guilty pleasures my tastes is flawless (this definitely applies to elena as well unless we are talking about her taste in men which is terrible lmao sorry im just bullying tseng he is actually pretty cool)

ONE you cannot have this type of lists without ABBA represented and while this is almost a lesser known track of theirs, i have liked it since i heard it in childhood playing through the records my mom owned. the lyrical content is very shinra-core and while i dont think elena ever dated a middle aged fat cat for money as a teen im certain she considered it

TWO as a kid i didnt like the indomitable miss spears because i bought into regressive attitudes towards female sexuality while not recognizing she was being exploited by the industry, but i have grown. elena agrees with the sentiment of “you better work, bitch”

THREE im not ashamed of my love of god queen shiina ringo but at the time i first saw this video i was not prepared for the gratuitous badass lady nurse on sexy female patient malpractice action it featured and that was what made it a guilty pleasure

FOUR everybody loves george michael and that includes me. this piece from his wham! era is almost too peppy, but i am an absolutely a sucker for imagining brutal fight scenes with anachronistically cheerful songs playing over the carnage

FIVE rounding things off is an obligatory recent weeb jam. well half of this combo is american but you know what i mean. i love the combination of classic funk and whispery vocals echoing into an unrepentant cry of “fuck you motherfucker.” coupled with the blonde in the video intercut with the OL being joyfully liberated by her train ride? elena vibes

Tagged: @madamdirectcr @animus-inspire Tagging: you!

[mrsjokerphoenix]

CH. 1 Primed for Sin

Notes: This is my first fanfic so it’s probably not so good LOL its a bit personal and inspired by my own story of losing the love of my life. I was also listening to Slow dancing in a burning room by John Meyer to set the mood. Im open to constructive criticism so I can improve and make chpt 2 better. Enjoy

Ch. 1 primed for sin

This was your final walk down this hallway in Arkham hospital. The same hospital you came to a year ago looking for adventure and to escape the rut of all the daunting paperwork. When you were first hired by the CIA 6 years ago you naively thought it would be like a oo7 movie or spies you see in Hollywood movies. You couldn’t be more mistaken. A chuckle escaped your mouth as you signed in the sign in sheet. You could start to feel your legs getting heavier and heavier with every daunting step you took.

“Is Dr. Quinn in there? You asked the guard. Taking a drink of your black coffee. Bad idea your anxiety was already Moments away from becoming a panic attack.

“Yes, she’s waiting for you.” He answered in his usual bored monotone voice.

“Thank you, once she leaves bring in Arthur please and then you’re free to go as well until our session is over.” Quinn was Arthur’s state psychiatrist. You had paid her off so you could meet with Arthur privately. It had been a year and half since Meeting with Gary about a possible operation. Get his “lad” as he like to call Arthur, out of Arkham. Your specialty was arms deals but something in you wouldn’t let you turn it down.

You were able to pull some strings and be assigned as Arthurs new Doctor with the help of his current one. As a rogue agent you naturally distrusted her. Luckily she didn’t want the case and You were able to pay her off so she would leave during our sessions. Today would be the last one and by tomorrow Arthur or rather Joker would be a free man. You could feel your throat closing up. That lump in your throat threatening to suffocate you. No matter how much water you drank or coughing you did it persisted, reminding you just how much you had helplessly fallen in love. There was a chance you will never see each other again. It took every ounce in you to keep it together and not breakdown crying. You broke your most important rule “never fall in love” and now there was no going back. The realization of this left you breathless.

“ good job y/n” you mumbled sarcastically while setting everything down on the old warn down table. Arkham desperately needed to refurnish.

“How do you manage to get more beautiful every time I see you?” You had been so deep in thought, organizing your paperwork, and fighting back tears you didn’t notice Arthur walk in.

“Good morning to you too Arthur.” You grinned from ear to ear as he made his way to give you a hug. “are you ready for tomorrow?” You asked looking up and admiring how beautiful this man was. His salt/pepper hair slicked back leaving his features highlighted. The way his full brows made his green eyes so intense you could get lost in them forever. You had to look away. Never before had you seen eyes that held so much beauty and danger.

“Lets not talk about that kitten, I want this hour to be special. It is our last time meeting you know.” He said shooting you a half smile that made you weak in the knees. But you could see the sadness that decorated his face. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. Arthur was so worried about you. Sweet Arthur if only others could see the real you. They would love you as much as I do.

“Look at me please” he ordered. “Youve been crying haven’t you?” Shaking his head

You wanted to lie, deny the whole ordeal, brush it all under the rug but you couldn’t lie to him and you fell into his arms. “Im going to miss you so much. I love you and I feel like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. I know we cant be together right now but it hurts. It hurts so much I cant breath.” Body wracked with an onslaught of sobs and tears.

He pulled you into his arms. His warmth would seep into your being and he comforted you without ever opening his mouth. You felt one of his tears cascade down your shoulder.He was intoxicating and every cell in your body craved him like an addict craves his fix. “Im sorry doll” his voice was heavy with pain, the same way guilt weighed down upon his shoulders.

“I know and i will be ok as long as you are safe, that’s all that matters to me Arthur” you replied forcing your voice to sound as normal and not break in the same way your heart was shattering with every second that passed.

He held you tightly. Hands on the small of your back while you wrapped your hands around his neck and face resting on his chest. The two of you danced with grief in the tiny white room in Arkham. Where it all begin. Unforeseen by you meeting him for the first time was like coming out of a hibernation you didn’t know you were in. His eyes green like spring breaking through winters snow. The same room where you had laughed, cried, and talked about the future together. You felt so complete in his arms. He took away the emptiness that like an abusive partner threatened to never leave and you a patient with Stockholm syndrome Obeyed finding comfort in it. You wanted to melt into him and become one so that nothing could ever tear you apart from him.

“We will see each other again I promise.” trying to not only convince him but convince yourself as well.

Arthur started humming the tune of one our favorite songs we slowly danced in a burning room. He whispered those dark silly jokes he was so proud of and knew would get a chuckle out of you. Oh how you prayed time would stop this instant and you could keep experiencing his velvet soft touch. Arthur was your home and soon you’d find yourself homeless once more.

A knock on the door jerked us back into reality. “Its time to take Mr.Fleck back to his room” you heard from across the door.

“Yes gives us a minute please!” You shouted resentfully. It wasn’t the guards fault but you had to take it out on someone. Grasping at any sense left of control.

“Time flies when you’re having fun” he said taking a seat across from your desk. It would be the last time he would sit in that chair. The chair that was a witness to our love story. Once comfortable he gracefully put a cigarette in between his lips and lit it. You found yourself Getting lost in his graceful confident movements. The opening of the box. The click of the lighter. The slight tilt of his head. Crisp burning of a cigarette. First small inhale. Exhale not letting it reach his lungs. The lift of his neck. Long drag. Exhale. It was as if time had slowed down. almost as if the universe was gifting you this so you could take it all in only for it to be preyed away from hands. Only leaving with you those haunting memories of what no longer is. Grieving for what will never be. Oh bittersweet universe. You cruel bastard.

“Yes, sorry” you said. You could feel your cheeks turn cherry red.

“You can stare at me all you want doll.” He insisted.

“Cocky arent we now.” We both broke into laughter. It seemed to lighten the air in the room. Thank God, those sinister white walls felt like they could collapse on you at any second.

still standing leaning on the desk. you turned to pick up the folder on the desk. You had gone over the plan several times and you were confident things would run smoothly. “Gary did a great job putting a team together for you” You advised.

Arthur reached to grab the folder not saying a word. “All the documents to your new properties, weapons bought. Also the names of politicians, law enforcements and agents that will be working for you are also included. Just incase they want to cause problems.”

“I love you y/n always remember that” he finally said.

“I love you too Arthur, Good luck tomorrow everything will work out as planned.” Arthur leaned in for one last tender passionate kiss. His honey sweet tongue dancing with yours to a tune only you two were privy to. Suddenly the guard barged in to take him.

“Im sorry to interrupt but its time” walking towards Arthur. If looks could kill you would have killed him a thousand times over.

You watched as he was handcuffed again and lead out of the room. Arthur never taking his eyes off of you. As soon as the door closed your legs betrayed you as you feel to your knees. The pain flooded every inch of your body like a dam unable of being contained any longer. Tears stinging as they made their way down your cheeks. “Comeback please!” You tried to yell in vain. Unable to find the strength to let it out. “Why do you always take from me God, everything I love gets taken” you cursed at the sky. You had not felt such intense pain since the passing of your mother. Finally finding the strength to pick your shaking limbs off the floor, you noticed a folded note on the desk.

“I was never really insane, except on occasions where my heart was touched.” Go with me doll, i cant do this alone. meet me at the warehouse. We leave at 9. Joker

[mylovelysanshine]

home; choi san ft. jung wooyoung

summary:

"as long as you are happy, as long as she is happy, my heart will be at ease. no matter how hurt it is." in which choi san, who is in love with you, is willing to give up his desire to confess to you for his best friend who has feelings for you. but does he knows what are your true feelings? no.

or

a love triangle between you, san and wooyoung

g: angst, fluff, romance

w!: cursing of words and thats all ig, please tell me if there's something that triggered you!

a/n: this was requested by @iis4d ! i still remember your request hehe but sorry for taking this so long omg:( i hope you and my fellow atiny readers will like it!!! sorry if there's any errors in this writing,,,,:( but anyways enjoy!:D

for god's sake, san. can you at least becareful?!

oh come on, y/n! i wont die or something!

yes, san! you will die if you arent careful around anjanath!

you're at san's house, looking or mostly judging at how he plays the new game that he just brought from the game store near his house; monster hunter world. you're a fan of that game, truly in love with the series and how beautifully the graphic is but seeing how your best friend plays makes you want to smash your head onto the wall.

damn it! san shouted, flipping his controller when his character fainted for the first time

you facepalmed, massaging your temple while looking at the screen and at him i told you so

san glared at you and you giggled, eyes furrowing as his lips pouting which makes him look so adorable, having the urge to kiss him but you shook the thought off.

as if you have played this game before! he whined

uh yes i do, idiot! im hunter rank 250, okay! do no underestimate me! you said, smacking his arm lightly

it was true that you're a hunter rank 250 while he is just hunter rank 10, he have seen you played the game before and he wanted to try it too. probably because he wants to be on the same level as you so he could play together with you or he wants to play together with you. san couldnt think of things to backfire you over the game that you were good in it so he gave up and crossed his arms in defeat.

you laughed loudly, laughing because of how adorable san is. oh dont be mad~ you cooed, going down from the sofa to the floor, just to hug your best friend. you wrapped your arms and legs around his waist like a koala, placing your chin on his shoulder. is my sannie mad?? you asked, pouting cutely at him. san blushed, his face turning into a tomato. he didnt say anything which makes you truly believed that he was upset.

you frowned i really diㅡ AHHH

then, san headlocks you, making your body fall onto his lap as he messes up your hair with his free hand. being a competitive person you are, your hands went to his neck, trying to choke him. he let go of you, hands going to yours as he tries to break your grip off him which is an opportunity to run from san.

yaa!! y/n!!! you heard him scream as you went upstairs. you stopped for a moment, looking for rooms to hide until your eyes landed on his room, you ran when you heard his footsteps coming closer. you're not a fast runner but you passed your p.e tests last semester which was the day you're actually proud of. too bad san was faster than you when you tried to close and lock his door. both of you were pushing the door, one trying to open while another is trying to close until san pushed the door with his full strength, making you scream in horror as he grabs your arm.

you tried to run, trying to escape from his grip until your feet slipped ㅡdamn these socks ㅡmaking you fall onto the ground along with san. like a typical korean romance drama, the male character is ontop of the female character, staring into eachother's soul as the male got closer, eyes looking at you and to your lips until a knock distrupt your story.

san!!!! open the door!!!! it was wooyoung's voice screaming outside his house. both of you got up, scurried into different places; you in the living room while he takes the door. you were blushing mess, hair in a mess and your heart too

but you're not alone.

san opens the door, revealing wooyoung who was annoyed. what took you so long?! i've been waiting for you for the past five minutes!!

goddamn, woo. its not like you're going to die or somethingㅡ

yes i willㅡ oh! y/n!! wooyoung ran up to you, jumping at you, making you scream at how heavy he is as he hugs you. didnt know you are here! he exclaims, showing a bright smile.

well now you do, woo so can you please get off meㅡ you said, trying to breathe with the male body ontop of you. wooyoung giggled, apologising to you as he gets off before looking at the tv screen. isnt...that monster hunter world?

yeah? and what about it? san asked, sitting down on the floor beside you as you're on the couch. im playing that game too! hunter rank 10, just started playing it though wooyoung replied, turning his head to you how about you, y/n? have you played this game before?

you smiled at him hunter rank 250

wooyoung's eyes widened in surprise, body turning at your direction 250?! damn you crazy!

might be, i guess you shrugged as san continues to play his game

what's your weapon of your choice, san? wooyoung asked out of curiousity, looking at the screen that is currently loading the files of the game

dual blades san replied

and you, y/n?

insect glaive

wooyoung nodded at the information that was given to him thats cool! mine is dual blades too!

you raise your eyebrows really? would love to see the both you play together, probably the best duo with dual blades in this game you said, smiling at him before focusing on the screen, observing how san plays.

wooyoung pouted as he looks at you focusing on the tv instead of him, no ideas to have your attention on him and only him.

having san and wooyoung as your best friends can be a pain in the ass sometimes but having them in your life makes it fun and enjoyable, and you love the both of them equally. as you're walking your way to your classroom, a familiar voice was heard screaming your name. not to mention that you're in the hallway with people walking by.

wooyoung, its early in the morning. why are you screaming?! you hissed in annoyance, redness shown on your face. wooyoung smiled cheekily, giggling a little. i just wanted to say good morning to you~ he said, taking your hand and swinging it side to side. you massaged your temple with your free hand, sighing as you shook your head a little. good morning, woo. you're lucky that i love you you muttered, making wooyoung's eyes beams in happiness

then, the school bell rang, indicating that the first lesson has started. you widened your eyes, remembering that your first lesson is with ms chou, the teacher who is always coming for your ass. wooyoung, i need to go! ms chou will come at me if im late! see you later, bye bye! you said hurridly, releasing your hand from his and started running as if your life is at risk before he could stopped you.

wooyoung watches you from afar, your figure slowly disappearing from his sight. he sighs, shoulders going up and down before shaking his head, starting to walk his way to his class.

you slammed the door opened, seeing some of your classmates sitting on their seats, minding their own business. then your eyes trails to the teacher's desk, not seeing ms chou on present yet before landing your eyes on him. choi san. you took a sharp breathe, your lungs tightened automatically as your heart started to beat very fast. he was reading a book, probably a harry potter book and he looks peaceful, like an angel. unfortunately for your heart, the sun was shining against his skin, the light bouncing off from his skin, making him look ethereal. your head started to get dizzy as your legs dragged you to your table next to him without realising.

y/n? you snapped your eyes from wherever you were looking from to him.

y-yes? you managed to speak, despite having a lump in your throat before sitting down on your seat.

you look pale he said, closing his book shut before focusing on you are you sick?

h-huh before you could continue, he placed the back of his hand onto your forehead, trying to feel any heat. you watched every expressions he made, his eyebrows furrowing as he squinted his eyes with his nose scrunching and his cherry lips pouting. his lips. you have never been wanting to kiss his lips right now, how you want to taste his lips, how you want to claim his lips yours. then you caught his eyes, he's staring at you.

you didnt know why you're being like this after the incident that happened at san's house from a few days ago. you do have a little crush on san before but now, it seems like your crush on him is getting bigger and bigger. you hated it, hated to have feelings on your bestfriend that will most probably reject you.

y/n? san calls your name softly, snapping out from your daydream. you realised that san's face are close to yours, his nose ghosting onto yours but before you two took a step forward, the door slammed open.

sorry kids, ms chou was late!

oh what a deja vu..

after school has ended, you slowly pack your stuffs as your classmates made their way out from the classroom. you sighed, too caught up with the thought of san. before this situations between you and san happen, your other best friend, gahyeon, told you that san likes you but you didnt believe her in one bit despite having a close friendship with her for 3 years. you dont believe the boy that has been with you ever since you were out of your mother's womb would like you, there's alot of thirsty girls eyeing him since young and you bet that there will be or is a girl that would or has caught his eye

and that girl would not be you.

exiting the classroom and the school, you straightaway went to the library, wanting to clear your mind off by writing or probably reading a book or both.

san was making his way back home from school, too caught up with the thought of you. ever since that incident happened at his house, things became awkward between the both of you. how the both of you didnt greet eachother as used to, hugging eachother or any skinship between you two. especially this morning, how the both of you were so close enough to almost kiss eachother but that didnt happen even though he wants it to happen. he shook his head, shaking those thoughts away.

why would you like him? for someone who he thought is not handsome as wooyoung. he thought you would like wooyoung than him, and how he thought that you would choose other guys than him.

wooyoung, on the other hand, was thinking on how to confess his love to you. too stressed on his plan, wooyoung called san through his phone.

hey san? i need your help.

what do you need? san asked, throwing wooyoung a packet of chips before sitting the opposite of where wooyoung sits.

you know yunho is going to throw a huge party this friday, right? and how even everyone in our school is invited, right?

san furrowed his eyebrows, nodding his head a little, confused where wooyoung is going. ...yeah?

well, im going to plan to confess y/n on that day! san stops eating his chips as wooyoung continues but i dont know how to confess to her..

oh

wooyoung pouts, clasping his hands together into a ball help me, san! i cant think of anything...and you know alot about her more than i do!

well that's because im in love with her, woo he thought to himself before giving him a painful smile as he feels his heart drop at the thought of you and wooyoung together instead of him.

i will help

wooyoung's eyes beams in happiness really?!

san tries to keep his smile, nodding his head yes, of course, you're my best friend afterall.

wooyoung then hugs san tightly, showing how appreciative he is to san. thank you, san!

you're welcome, woo he said, trying to control his tears as he hugs him back

as long as you're happy, as long as she is happy, my heart will be at ease. no matter how hurt it is.

friday came by and you are sitting on the bench at the school garden with gahyeon who is playing games on her phone. too caught up reading your book, gahyeon spoke up.

hey, are you ready for tonight's party?

you lowered your book down a little, looking at gahyeon with a confused look.

there's a party tonight?

gahyeon rolled her eyes and face palmed yes, you forgetful idiot. remember yunho? that tall adorable looking puppy guy? he invites the whole school to his party, since his parents are out of town for the whole month.

okay, so? you asked, confused. you rarely go to parties because it drains your energy since there will be alot of people there and you're scared that anything might happened to you if you're drunk since males nowadays are just horny piece of shits who cant keep their dicks in their pants and does not know the meaning of consent. you're glad that gahyeon doesnt go to parties alot, though mostly the parties she goes to is her family business party.

so how about we go? gahyeon beams school has been a pain in the ass ever since the exam schedule came out so how about we go there to release our stress out?

and get drunk? yeah no

oh come on! just this once, y/n! and never again! gahyeon begs, giving you that puppy face that you couldnt resist whenever she wants or do something.

you groaned, closing your book, throwing your head back a little as you know you lost due to her cuteness. i mean, who would ignore gahyeon's adorable face?

..fine

day passed by quickly as you and gahyeon are getting ready for the party. since you dont have alot of fancy dresses to wear, you wore an off shoulder purple lace dress that your mom brought for you for your birthday. its not that tight or short for you and you are grateful for this dress to be yours, your mom has a better understanding of fashion and you than yourself. you look at the reflection of the mirror, looking at gahyeon who is stressing herself on which dress to choose for the party.

goddamn, gahyeon. is it that hard to choose a dress?

gahyeon glared at you yes it is, y/n! if you own alot of clothes, you would feel the sane way as me!

i do and all of them are comfortable and simple so i dont have a hard time choosing unlike you

ugh, whatever! you know what? im just going to choose this dress! she rummaged through her closet and picked out a short sleeveless red dress that have some pretty design but you dont care, you actually care if san is going to the party or not.

god, do you think y/n would come? wooyoung asked loudly as the music in yunho's house was blasting, bouncing up and down as he was nervous.

san chuckles, looking at his friend as he feels his heart stings. he was hoping for you not to come because he doesnt want to see you be with wooyoung but at the same he hopes to see you come, to see wooyoung confessing his love to you and you would accept it and see the both of you happy because you would choose other guys than him and to san, that's the truth.

i dont know, woo but i know she will he said, trying to comfort his friend with his best even if he feels worse.

then, you stepped into the house with your friend and san saw you from afar since both san and wooyoung is at the drinking section which is kinda far from the doorstep, along with people who is covering his sight from you as they are dancing in the area that he is in. but he indeed saw you and well, he's in awe on how beautiful you look and he realised that he's falling deeper in love with you. he swallowed hard, looking away as he closed his eyes. he cant be doing this right now, his friend likes you and he doesnt want to ruin this opportunity for wooyoung but yet, here he is ruining his own opportunity. he opened his eyes, to see if you werent there but you are still there, looking at him back. he took a sharp breathe before nudging wooyoung at the side.

she's here

wooyoung looks around, trying to find you in the crowded area where? where?

she's coming to our way with gahyeon so get ready, lover boy san said, giving him a smirk as both you and gahyeon walked to their direction

san!! wooyoung!! you called, releasing your hand from gahyeon and hug both of the boys as they hug you back. both of you look amazing, i wonder if there's any chicks hitting their shots at the both of you? you asked cheekily

wooyoung laughed, holding your hand nah, they dont caught my eyes like you do

you blushed, laughing a little thank you for the compliment, wooyoung. much appreciated

okay okay! anyways, boys. me and y/n are going to meet our girlfriends so if you could step away please! gahyeon said, cutting off from whatever wooyoung is trying to do. she glares at san we will get back at you later so tata! she continues with full of sass, gahyeon then takes your hand and pulls you away from the both of them.

damn, i was about to ask her to dance with me! i swear gahyeon loves to interrupt my opportunity! wooyoung gritted his teeth, feeling frustrated.

calm down, woo! they just came, let them have fun a little, will you? san said, calming his friend down.

yeah yeah, whatever. im going to find seonghwa for some advice and the rose, see you later with my future girlfriend! wooyoung jokes and pats his back before leaving him alone, finding his older friend.

san stood there alone, looking down on the floor as his heart breaks into pieces.

you sat on the couch with gahyeon, talking with her friends on how males can such be a pain in the ass. too caught up with the conversation, you saw one of her friends look up. you look at the direction she was looking at and you saw wooyoung standing infront of you. the conversation between the eight of you stops and all eyes look at wooyoung instead, confused on why he is here.

woo?

uh, y/n? can i talk to you for a moment? wooyoung asked nervously, looking down.

you looked at gahyeon's friends and gahyeon, who looks a little dark at the sight of wooyoung. you apologised to the seven of them before going up to wooyoung. without saying anything, wooyoung grabs your hand and pull you to wherever he wants you to go.

as gahyeon saw you being pulled by wooyoung, she sighs before standing up, making her friends look at her with confusion written all over their faces.

im going to talk to someone

san was sitting on the staircase, thinking about you as he drinks whatever liquid he was drinking, not caring much about his well being.

choi san he heard gahyeon's voice what the fuck?

what?

what the fuck are you doing, san? arent you supposed to confess to her? and not wooyoung? didnt you told me you like her? gahyeon asked angrily, standing infront of them with her arms crossed. he looks up and all gahyeon saw is sadness in his eyes, she couldnt help but feel pity for him

why? she asked softly

because i want wooyoung to be happy, i want y/n to be happy he confessed as tears builds up in his eyes i know she wont choose me

why? she asked again, but in a harsher tone

because i know, gahyeon. i knoㅡ

gahyeon cut him off, her fist hitting on the railing hard, not caring if it hurts are you some fucking fortune teller or something? do you know if she even likes you? san, you wont know anything if you dont take a step forward! she screams, angry at how stupid san is, how stupid his mindset is.

san didnt react at her ourburst but instead, he just stood up and walk pass her, walking towards the door.

choi san! gahyeon screams in anger as he exited from yunho's house.

what is it, wooyoung? you finally asked after he drags you into a garden, dragging you away from the noisy house. you see him breathing deeply with his shoulders going up and down before looking at you.

i-i like you, y/n he confessed, making your eyes widen in surprise. i really do like you, y/n. ever since i met you through san, i couldnt help but developed a liking towards you and i hope that you will accept me he ends off with a rose in his hands. you look at him, his eyes full of hope and you couldnt help but to think of san. no matter how much you want to stop thinking about him, the thought of san will always comes back and if you were to accept wooyoung's confession, it would be toxic for the both of you as you will still keep thinking about him and not wooyoung. though, you are thankful of him being your best friend but you have never thought of a new level between you and wooyoung. only san. choi san.

san, san, san, sanㅡ

im sorry you gasped for air, being to pressured with wooyoung's confession and the thought of san as tears starting to build up in your eyes. imㅡ im so sorry, wooyoung you apologised as you look at him im sorry

the hope in his eyes has faded as he lowers his hands down. it was quiet for a moment before he speaks up

..why?

san. choi san.

you were trying to find a way to answer but you couldnt, the lump in your throat was getting bigger and giving you a hard time to answer

is it because of san?

you paused, looking down before nodding y-yeah...

wooyoung chuckles sadly what a lucky guy he is. no matter how much i try, you will choose him either way

you look up, giving him an apologetic look but wooyoung gives you a smile. not the normal bright smile he used to give but an encouraging one

go and confess to him, y/n he said

you blinked, confused at what he was talking about.

looking at your confused face, he rolls his eyes and sighs go and confess to san, y/n before giving you the rose he is holding go

b-butㅡ

y/n, you better hurry up before i cry wooyoung said, his tears starting to spill as he pushes you out from the garden into yunho's house and before you could say anything, wooyoung slammed the door infront of you.

you gulped and look at the flower you are holding

confess to san

you breathe in and out, nodding your head and went to find san. you looked around the house, trying to him but instead you saw gahyeon walking to your direction

gahyeon! you called out, running to her where's san?

she looks surprised san? i dont know, why?

you hesitated, trying to find a way to answer her question ....i...im going to confess to him

y-you're going to confess to san?? i thought wooyoung confessedㅡ

can we talk about wooyoung later? i want to find san first you cut her off, desperation was heard in your voice

gahyeon's face softens, giving you an apologetic look as she holds your hand im sorry, love but i dont know where he went...but you know where he always goes to

you gave her a confused look as you try to think hard about the place san would always go and it hit you

the park

san stares at the night sky, seeing the stars shining in the dark as his tears rolls down on his cheeks. he's wondering how's wooyoung's confession goes, did you accept? or did you reject? he wonders if he ever get the chance to confess to you but he knows he doesnㅡ

san! his thoughts were cut off by your voice but he didnt believe that its yours, he thought he was dreaming

san! your voice got nearer and nearer choi san!

he whips his head to the side and saw you, panting really hard with your hair in a mess. he looks down, your hand holding a rose and the other holding your heels

wait, the roseㅡ

ㅡi love you, choi san!

san frozed on his spot, his mind went blank as he heard the words he was hoping to hear from you but he couldnt believe that he is hearing those words from you

you pant heavily, lifting the rose in your hand as you drop your heels

yes, i love you, san. i really do! you repeat your words, in case san wouldnt believe in you or he might be deaf. i love you, san

san lift his hand and point to himself m-me? you love me?? and you nod why, y/n? i thought you would like woo but me? why me? i thougㅡ

his words were cut off by your kiss, you were too fed up with his rambling that you decided to kiss him, to show that you are truly in love with him. in love with san. he automatically kisses you back, his hands cupping your cheeks as he deepens his kiss, finally giving you the love he keeps for you for a long time. you broke the kiss first, trying to breathe and so is he. san looks at you with love in his eyes as he placed his forehead on yours with his hands on your waist. the rose you were holding was no longer in your hands as it falls onto the ground with your heels when you kissed san.

it was silent for a moment, it wasnt any awkward silence but rather a comfortable one. you know.. you started to speak i realised that after wooyoung confessed to me, i didnt feel right.

san raised his eyebrow, urging you to continue

i didnt feel like im at home, you know? i dont feel like me whenever im around him but i do whenever im around you. i realised that i've been loving you hard ever since you protected me from those bullies though i thought it would be a small crush but it wasnt and whats their name again? was it kahi? sarah? whatever.

ㅡyou make me feel at ease when i have a storm in my mind everyday, you were there for me even if i never asked you to and you make me feel im at home when im with you you said, caressing his cheeks as you peck his lips, before looking at him in the eye with full of love.

you are my home, san.

a/n 2: and thats it!!!!!! i kinda like this but at the same time no jshdhsjsjdh also i think i have improved my english alot! but if there are still any errors in this writing, im so sorry! please give feedbacks on how i can improve! thank you!! xoxo

[itstheapocalypsebaby]

TUA Power HCs Part 1!

Luther

Discovered them at age 3 (He was the first)

He accidentally broke one of their nannies fingers

Had trouble controlling his strength (still does)

For personal training Reginald first made him build up his body

Because just cause he had incredible strength, didnt mean his body could take said strength

He used to accidentally break his arms when he used too much strength

They always healed fast though

As if they never broke to begin with

Baby Luther used to hide the fact that he broke/sprained/bruised his arms, legs, basically any part of his body because he felt like a failure whenever he got hurt

Later in life (maybe at 10?) Reginald discovers that Luther not only is super strong but also had super endurance

(Special Training was not fun that year, Reginald wanted to see how long he could last without food, water, air, shelter, etc.)

After that year, special training was a mix between building up his strength (weight lifting heavier and heavier objects every week) and building up his endurance (running around the room carrying a crap ton of weights, carrying a really really heavy weight and Reginald seeing how long he could carry it before his body gave out)

Diego

They first discovered his ability to breathe underwater first

Diego unlike his sibling absolutely adored bath time as a child

He would stay in the tub for hours if he could

One time his nanny had to leave him in the tub because one of his siblings was having a tantrum

She comes back to a sleeping Diego

Who's asleep in the tub

submerged in water

Was lowkey jealous of his siblings' powers while growing up

Reginald was so disappointed in him for having such a "useless ability"

Poor baby took it into heart :(

Special Training was awful before he found out his secondary power

Reginald wanted to see how long Diego could last underwater (he discovers Diego could last an indefinite amount of time down there)

He stopped liking water after that

He finds out about his secondary power at age 6

He likes to help Grace in cooking and usually cuts up the vegetables for her

He gets really good with the knife

So when Reginald demands he learns to wield a weapon he immediately chooses the knife

At first its was all stabby stabby but then one of his siblings goads him enough to rashly throw the knife at them

His aim is perfect. The knife is sailing through the air, going exactly where he wants it to be, except he wanted it to be in their head and oh god Diego panics, he didnt mean to throw that knife he never meant to hurt his siblings and he loves them and -

The knife is sailing towards his sibling's head and then it suddenly curves

Diego runs up to his sibling and hugs them and apologizes

Diego never wanted to pick up a knife after that

But then through some persuasion (Allison), he forgets the incident and picks it up again

Special training is all about accuracy and precision. All about moving targets, really tiny targets, living targets

Reginald wanted to know how much he could curve, what could he curve and all that jazz

Diego learns Physics because its an absolute must

(He learns how hard he has to throw for it to curve that much, how fast it needs to be to keep in the air even after it curves, how heavy should the knife be if he wants this specific result)

At first its hard and because he can curve anything he likes through pure instinct why does he need to learn Math?

But Reginald wants him to be as accurate as possible

(He motivates Diego by putting Mom and his siblings in situations where one false error could lead to their deaths)

He learns physics quickly

(Five and him bond over physics, Five helps him, He helps Five until Five gets too advanced and well...)

He actually gets super good and can do equations on the fly

People are constantly surprised at the amount of math needed for his powers

Allison

as a kid had absolutely no control on when her powers would activate

it would activate all the time leading to a lot of accidents

one time she snapped at Klaus to stop talking and he couldnt speak until she was able to reverse it

Reginald decided the best way for her to control it was through trigger phrases

she went through a lot of them because it wasnt cool enough for her

there was "listen up", "somebody once told me" (someone always interrupted her, usually Klaus, with the world was gonna roll me so she dropped it after like 3 uses) and a bunch more before settling on the iconic™ "I heard a rumor'

early on she learned that she had to be very precise with the wording or else the rumor wouldnt turn out the way she wanted it to

so special training was mainly focused on her wording, her pronunciation, and her learning other languages

allison is fluent in italian, french, spanish, mandarin, filipino, somali, she also can speak in a bunch of other languages but isnt super fluent

allison was actually pretty ok with special training until she was 10

thats when reggie brought in actual real life people

until that point she had only rumored her siblings (reginald actively encouraged it as long as he wasnt the one who got rumored) and occasionally the businessmen who came over to talk deals and shit

reggie was smart and only brought in people he was sure no one would miss, homeless hobos, drug addicts, people who lived by themselves and didnt have much family or any family at all

at first few meetings, she could stomach the feeling of wrongness

it was still easy for her to reason that what she was doing wasnt really wrong after all the commands she was issuing were really mild (like i heard a rumor you stubbed your toe, i heard a rumor you could play the piano perfectly)

they were just testing the reach of her powers

(could it rewrite your brain? create illusions, hallucinations? make you gain talents you never had? make you feel things?)

(reginald already knew her rumors could affect the memory, no need to test that, same thing with if her rumors could affect herself)

but then the more they pushed the boundaries the darker the rumors, the harder it was to stomach this sense of wrongness that threatened to swallow her whole

(could it override survival instincts? could it fake relationships? could it wreck relationships? can the human mind take multiple rumors at once? how about multiple conflicting rumors? how many rumors does it take to break the mind?)

its a lot easier to deal with special training when you cant remember

(but in her dreams she cant forget, she wakes up screaming, absolutely terrified and cant remember why)

Klaus

at first thought everyone could see the ghosts

actually he thought they werent ghosts cos they didnt appear to him with their death injuries

realized they were dead people when he accidentally walked through them

at first the ghosts were ok (they were mostly the nannies vanya killed so they were nice) they were loud and sobbed really really loud all the time but they didnt actively seek him and so he didnt actively seek them either

he still didn't like his powers even back then when they werent as bad as they are now

since he didnt really have any interest in his powers, reginald forced him to use them more, to explore them

klaus really didn't want to talk to any ghost so Reginald locks klaus into the mausoleum for the first time

this is where everything goes to shit btw

Klaus is absolutely terrified because these ghosts arent like the ghosts in the mansion (the nannies)

these ghost were malicious and horrible and they were dead for so long that they lost any sense of self or humanity in them

this is where klaus develops his fear of the ghost and his powers

this is where klaus loses a grip on his powers and it causes horrible repercussions

he sees the way they died now

and it terrifies him even more

from ages 8 to 11 hes facing the full force of his powers whenever hes trapped in the mausoleum

every session his fear gets worse and worse

the ghosts appearance actually reflects on how he feels about them actually

thats why ben and dave dont look awful

and why the rest of the ghost do

klaus loves ben and dave

he's absolutely terrified of the rest of them

he discovers that drugs numb their abilities when one of them gets hurt badly during training and is on really heavy pain medication

maybe it Five who broke 5 ribs when sparring because luther forgot to control his strength

Five couldn't jump at all when he was on those meds and he hated it

but Klaus? the moment he put two and two together he jumped at the opportunity to temporarily get rid of his powers

he would purposely get super banged up during training just to get rid of his powers and it scared the living shit out of his siblings

they ask him to stop and he does, he doesnt like it when he scares his siblings

but the ghosts get too much and klaus is severely tempted to fuck himself up to get that sweet relief that the pain meds provide

he stumbles upon Reggies alcohol cabinet and discovers that while getting drunk doesnt exactly cut off his powers it gives him this buzz that makes it a lot more bearable

he discovers drugs when he sneaks out one night to get more booze

he starts off with weed and gets hooked

the ghosts are always worse after coming down so he scrambles to get high as soon as possible

he doesnt try anything harder until ben dies 

after ben dies he spirals

TUA Power HCs Part 2 is coming up in a bit, ask me if you wanna get tagged for it :)

[pikeclaw]

002 Siskinclaw,,

oh siskinclaw? i love him a normal am [trips and thousands of pictures of him spill from my pockets] wait fuck these arent mine hold on w  002 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character: You Know Me. You Know I Stan. You Know I Simp For Him but also i’m so fucking worried about him. bro. dude. baby boy. please talk about your feelings. i know we are in a roleplay where everyone can’t do emotions and all we do is refuse to talk about our feelings but please, especially with. recent happenings... 👀 ben has been doing really well keeping his characterization consistent even in extreme situations BUT oh my god. he is really being pushed huh. he is really close to reaching the breaking point huh. and even still! with all of this! he outright REFUSES to open up!! i would admire his strength and grit if it weren’t used on This!! im so gently holding him and crying into his fur

All the people I ship romantically with this character: 

PRIVETCLOUD... just guys being dudes. just dudes being gay. show me your dick steve, 

i really like them together. they just hang out! they’re just vibing! I really like the like. hesitant atmosphere between them, with siskinclaw not even being sure they’re friends but with them ALSO hanging out a lot and feeling like they’re finally able to relax around the other... feels like a precursor to a lot of requited unrequited pining and i am Into It hm actually i just realized them getting together would be a disaster fire because siskinclaw absolutely refuses to acknowledge his feelings if he thinks they’re inconvenient for other people and if privetcloud feels an emotion at all he’s like haha. gtg. wow. that would be so bad. [feeds the fire] and still duskfang and risingdawn!! but you know why for those ones My non-romantic OTP for this character: I said siskin and pebble the last time so lets do a wild card-- foxflame and siskinclaw! so their relationship right now IS kind of a trashfire for reasons, HOWEVER when its not a trash fire they work really well together. they’re both really kind and gentle people My unpopular opinion about this character: more spotlight for him!!!!!!! i said this the last time but [SHAKES THREECLANS] HE HAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL HES AN UNLIT FIRECRACKER LET HIM POP One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: you know. you know what im going to say. talk to anyone. literally anyone. i want him to say what he’s feeling for real out loud just once. even to a bird

my OTP: .............siskinprivet............. how would they even get together though that would be so funny. either one of them would have to have a major character breakthrough (which would be very cool) or someone like foxflame or dippernose is going to have to tell the other for them (which would be HILARIOUS)  my cross over ship: uhh. hm. gotta think about it... yknow, him and mr. hollow tribe of twisted tunnels might be Cool. i think hollow could use a sunny little man in his life a headcanon fact: sometimes when he goes into the territory, far away from camp, he’ll find some interrupted length of territory and sprint with all he has until he’s exhausted. I don’t think he could bring himself to scream or give words to how he’s feeling even when he’s alone, or to express his emotions in any way that would be violent or wasteful, but he’s gotta vent somehow.