#I added two muses so I'm just posting this again for the sake of the detail change

[tsundeoku]

Being a working individual trying to run a funny little blog again is crazy. Anyway, honestly is this is more for me than anything—BUT. Just some rule updates ( somewhat reflecting on my actual carrd ) + me yapping ooc - ly!

+ activity / writing - wise ...

i'm going to shift for now. days particular to the weekend, i'm either going to be here fully or not at all! like said in my rules prior, i don't work a lot, but someone like me ( aka... who struggles both mentally and physically with obstacles ) it's very hard to keep up socially. i run a two post a day queue to make this blog at least look alive, but i pause it when i show obvious signs of no rp activity.

i'm also kind being a silly little goober rn going to my revisiting my natural habitat as well ( jcink & gaiaonline ) so i'm just awful at using my blog... socially. XD

i know memes/prompts are common here, i really want to get into that too. but i just simply cannot right now. i prefer threading, ongoing plots. not saying i won't reblog them or send them ever !!! i just - it won't be super often for a bit, aha. but i'm absolutely okay with doing dumb little drabbles, etc ... !!!

if i'm taking a while in thread(s), or you're not into it, just tell me! i don't get anxious over this, and actually super encourage you to? learning how to track threads properly again, so i might forget them. i'm also learning how the hell tm to make good, palpable threads / how to write canons i love again & i'm not expecting everything i write to make sense each time !!!

+ fandom wise ...

so. as expected, i am a fire emblem / twst blog with a hint of hoyo. that's perfectly fine with me, haha! my other fandoms might remain dormant-ish anyway, till i have the time to properly write aus for them.

i have updated my hoyoverse, which essentially says the following:

all my genshin and honkai star rail muses are technically not official in this blog. i only really write them if someone asks + / or i feel like starting threads with them. so if you get a starter or meme from someone not on this list, they may be in my request / secret section. but just know the must list can fluctuate [aka i just be adding muses man. i come from gaiaonline where ya just write everyone] and i don't reallllly consider this fandom formally in my muse list lmao i just like to have fun with them.

i have update my twisted wonderland information as well:

 i am on and off with my knowledge of twisted wonderland. while i am in the process of catching up with book 7 i am up-to-date with everything else ; basing my portrayals off the japanese translations. although for less repetition sake, i use both english and japanese terminologies ( e.g magift / spelldrive, my sebek says "waka" / "young master" / "liege". stuff like this ) you are absolutely free to write with my muses, but fair warning writing in this fandom is mainly for my own self-indulgence.

probably gonna add a fe: fates category but fire emblem muses are kind of like hoyoverses' ngl. (aka for cyan and now aster /hj lol)

+ communication wise ...

slowly following new people if i see em & have the time to scope them out !!! thanks to the people who advised me how to look around now !!! but ... yeah, i still feel like a fish out of water, so i'm somewhat nervous on that. tumblr has absolutely changed, the last time i was here, so i'm not particularly preparing to put myself in the tags anytime soon.

i'm slow in tumblr dms. i think we are all. they are small & sadly not easy to remember. if you've read this far, i seriously respect your time and my discord is ' onry0. ' if you want it.

i dm everyone i follow and vice versa, as i think communication is important - no matter how small it is. but god damn. those tumblr dms. i am not going to pretend i can stand them the like 3 years i've tried to use tumblr to rp. dofmsfgofmh

got nothin' else to say other than i hope i can get to know all my new mutuals as well as spend more time with the ones who saw me struggling like hell irl. i love writing so much & i'm so happy i get to be in this hobby again - even if it's just in bits for now. ♡ mwah

[recklessjerry]

A couple changes

So recently I've spent some time (a whole night actually lol) doing some cleaning on this blog and decided to sum up the work I've done, mostly for myself just so I won't forget anything:

First: I've brought back the #get lucky tag and put it in every post that is related to the objecthead ocs. That was made to separate the Get Lucky comic from The Red Ribbons novels (yes, there are going to be multiple. I'm thinking three, specifically) because despite having the same characters, these two stories are completely different. From now on the #red ribbons tag only goes for the posts that are related to the novels. There might be some posts that have both tags and I'm gonna keep them this way until I come up with a better solution.

Second: since I'm planning to continue working on the comic (not in the nearest future tho bc the plot is a complete mess and it needs some changes too) I've added the links to the posts with Get Lucky pages so it would be easier to navigate between them (should've done that long ago actually afkflkh).

Third: I've also added another tag to make searching easier (mostly for myself again bc I tend to get lost in my own oc musings and stuff) which is #oc origins. It's mostly used for the posts that contain backstories and various info about my characters that may be important. The first introductions and ask games also fall under this category.

Fourth: I brought the O'Bulbs back. Objecthead Philomena and Richard now go under that last name again because it just feels right. I changed the tags and ref posts for this sake as well. Novel Richard goes under #richard o'neill now and the tags for novel Mena are #philomena o'neill and #cassidy o'neill, depending on which novel exactly the post is related to.

Fifth: I removed most of the Sims posts because it feels like they don't really belong here. Plus, I have a separate blog for Sims stuff so naturally they should've been posted there in the first place lol.

In conclusion, this may be silly, but those changes actually helped me a lot because now I don't have to worry about messing the timelines and plot stuff since now Get lucky and The Red Ribbons finally feel like two separate stories with their own settings and events. I'm happy and satisfied :3

[samadiw]

Knickers - Part 03 - Yellow Knickers 💛

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Yellow?

Fucking yellow?

She didnt have yellow knickers, she didnt have yellow anything and it wasnt like she could stroll into Hogsmeade and buy a pair.

Hermione pulls out her drawer of knickers, for a girl who didnt get it on much, she had a drawer full of colourful undies, one must always feel good in what covers your twat.

She gingerly picks up a scanty almost see through black pair of knickers, well, they would have to do.

Placing the pair on the bed, she reaches for her wand and waves it over the undergarment, the colour instantly changes from black to dark yellow.

Hermione grins, it looks better than she expected.

H : "Not bad..."

She flops down on the bed and thinks of Malfoy's cock for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

The fucker had no shame in just whipping it out in front of her, his crass boldness turned her on, he didn't care to tip toe around her as if she would shatter into a million pieces.

Her toes curl with wanting, he would widen her nicely, she had always been told she was tight.

Damn that bloody Malfoy cock.

*******

T : "The fuck man."

B : "Don't you get sick of losing?"

T : "You're cheating, I know it."

B : "Its wizards chess, you just suck."

T : "I have to meet Luna but once I'm back, I want a bloody rematch."

B : "Let's make it interesting, care to place a bet?"

T : "10 Galleons?"

B : "My house elf makes 10 times that, you bloody cheapskate."

T : "Later."

B : "Use protection, we don't want crummy chess players being added to the population."

T : "Fuck you, Zabini."

Draco walks in towelling his hair

B : "Ah, want to grab a butter beer?"

D : "Sure, mate."

Throws a bottle at Draco and he catches it expertly.

D : "So, whats the name of the new broad?"

B : "Patil..."

D : "Nice."

B : "Is Weasley still banging Granger?"

D : "Haven't a clue."

B : "She's looking rather fine this year."

Draco tightens his hold on the bottle and takes a long swig.

Blaise didnt know the half of it.

The next morning

T : "Fuck, are you ready to leave?"

D : "Yeah, I've got some, unm...work to do."

What he wanted to do was claim his seat in the Great Hall before someone else did.

B : "Well, I'm ready, I'll come with you, Theo, do hurry up bitch."

T : "Yeah, yeah, I'm hurrying."

They walk into the Great Hall and find it half full.

A bunch of 3rd years are sitting in Draco's usual place.

The blonde towers over the younger students and hisses darkly.

D : "Move, now!"

The adolescent boys trip over themselves in their haste to get up.

"Yes, Mr Malfoy, sir."

"Right away."

"So sorry."

Blaise and Draco slide into the seat.

B : "I think the tall one wet his pants."

D : "Respect, Blaise, must be taught when young."

B : "Theres a fine line between respect and bullying."

D : "Potato, potahto."

B : "Why the fuck do you keep looking at the entrance?"

D : "For Nott, ofcourse."

Blaise raises a brow and grins.

B : "Sure you are..."

Hermione links her arm through Ron's and he whispers a funny joke into her ear, she throws her head back in laughter.

From across the hall she can feel steely grey eyes watching her every movement.

She locks eyes with the ice blonde and bites her lip.

Settling down in her usual spot, Hermione looks at Draco through hooded eyes and challenges him.

Draco smirks, fucking showtime.

He's about to drop something when a voice cuts into his train of thought.

PS : "Mr Malfoy."

Fuck..

D : "Yes, Professor Slughorn?"

PS : "Come with me, boy, I need your rather unique potion making skills."

Come on, no, no...

D : "Now?"

Slughorn raises a brow.

PS : "Yes, now..."

Draco glances at Hermione desperately.

Did the old codger have to fuck up his morning?

Draco weakly protests

D : "But sir, I'm um..hungry."

Hungry for Grangers cunt.

PS : "Now! Before I start deducting points off Slytherin."

The bloody bastard.

Draco gets to his feet

D : "Fine."

Hermione looks on in disappointment, brings her legs together and watches Malfoy trail after Slughorn miserably.

The fuming Slytherin throws a look of annoyance her way before exiting the hall after the potions master.

Draco misses his first two lessons because of Slughorn's potions emergency, he is still at it when his year piles into the classroom.

He wipes his brow and looks up, Hermione grins and pats the seat next to her suggestively.

It wouldn't do to openly sit next to the Gryffindor without a bunch of questions being asked.

Draco coughs to distract everyone else and shakes his head, Hermione frowns, rolls her eyes and pulls out her books.

PS : "Good job, Mr Malfoy."

Draco replies in frustration.

D : "Yeah, no problem, Professor."

He gathers this things and sits next to Theo.

The class drones on and by the end of it Draco has dozed off more than once.

Theo nudges him and hisses.

T : "For fuck sake, get up."

The class ends and the exhausted students leave the dungeons and make their way to lunch before the next round of classes start.

Hermione studiously avoids Draco, she wouldn't go to him, let him come to her.

Refusing to sit with her, who the bloody hell did he think he was?

She steps into the abandoned girls bathroom to fix her hair and wash the tiredness off her face.

It takes but a second.

The door opens, closes with a bang and a heavy firm body presses up against her back.

Shocked at first, Hermione reaches for her wand but she looks up to see Draco grinning smugly at her.

She turns around and shoves him

H : "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

D : "Isn't it obvious?"

H : "This is the girls lavatory."

D : "I'm aware."

H : "Get away from me, you pervert."

D : "I haven't seen your knickers today, Granger."

H : "And you're not going to see them now."

D : "Oh, I beg to differ."

He places firm hands on her waist, lifts her and settles her on the counter.

Hermione lashes out

H : "Have you lost your damn mind?"

Draco winks.

D : "Possibly."

Hermione tries to hop down.

H : "I'm not playing this bloody game."

Draco holds her in place, his long fingers brush gently along her skin and edge upwards.

He pushes up the school skirt so it bunches around her waist and stares at the bright yellow undie hugging her pussy lips, outlining every dip and curve.

Draco swallows hard, up close she looks absolutely breathtaking.

H : "There, you saw them, are you satisfied?"

D : "Immensely, yellow might be my new favourite colour."

H : "Very funny, now let me go."

D : "Not so fast, pet."

He runs a long finger down her material covered slit.

Hermione gasps and a involuntary moan escapes her full lips.

She comes back to her senses and scolds.

H : "Stop it, anyone could walk in."

Draco rolls his eye, waves his wand and distinctive click echoes through the quiet bathroom.

He grins mischievously.

D : "Problem solved."

He continues to rub enticing circles around the flesh of her inner thighs.

D : "I wonder if you taste as good as you look."

H : "You wouldn't..."

D : "Oh, I would and you will love it."

He peels down her panties, leaving a trail of fire where his fingers touch her skin.

Draco puts Hermione smooth legs over his shoulders and bends to give her exposed cunt a quick lick.

Hermione gasps as he delves inside her with the tip of his tongue.

He gives her clit a quick flick and proceeds to eat her out generously.

Holy fuck, was Malfoy licking her cunt?

Oh, so good, so bloody good.

D : "You taste divine, let's see what makes you come."

Hermione's breathing elevates, she surrenders to the blonde licking her to glory.

The noises he makes as he moves his tongue echo in her head and fuel her pending release.

H : "Malfoy...."

D : "Wet, so fucking wet."

They have 4 minutes and 26 seconds before their next class.

Draco figures he needs 3 minutes tops to fuck her with his talented tongue and feel her orgasm on it.

D : "You taste fucking amazing."

He parts her pussy lips with his tongue again and begins to lap at her eager wetness.

Moving slowly, he uses the tip of his tongue to circle her ever receptive bud.

His tongue slips and he's rewarded with a loud moan.

Ah, so that's the spot.

Draco relentlessly tongues Hermione till she squirms.

He wants to look at her, keeping up his ministrations he braved a look at the witch whispering his name.

She was shuddering above him, her body wracked in pleasure.

Head thrown back, wild curls around her face, fuck...she looked stunning.

Her eyes closed, thighs spread wide and hands massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples.

This was a sight he could get used to.

H : "There, oh fuck...don't stop..."

H : "Oh...mm...I'm going to come."

Music to his ears, he takes her swollen bud between his lips and sucks hard.

D : "Let go, baby."

Hermione lets out a cry, grabs a fistful of Draco's hair and comes crashing down around him.

Only after she rode her high and stilled did he wipe her dripping juices off his chin and get to his feet.

H : "Well, that was..."

She hopes off the counter and attempts to stand on wobbly legs.

Draco licks his cum stained lips and grins.

D : "Something else."

H : Yes, something else.

Draco muses .

D: "And we havent even kissed yet."

Post orgasm bliss aside, Hermione asks.

H : "Why didn't you sit next to me? Do you still think me dirty?"

Dirty, was the woman mad? She fucking came in his mouth and he couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth.

Draco pulls Hermione close and kisses her.

The kiss is no gentle exchange between lovers, its hard, fast and demanding

He pries her stubborn lips open with his tongue and slips it in to seek the inner sweetness, they grab onto each other fighting for dominance, until, she breaks free and surfaces for air.

Draco nibbles on the heated flesh of her neck and whispers.

D : "That's your cum you taste on my tongue, do you honestly believe your blood status means fuck all to me?"

He places a tender kiss to her lips

D : Actually, I wanted to spare you the embarrassment of mingling with an ex Death Eater.

Hermione shoves him playfully.

H : "Sod it, sit with me tomorrow."

D : "You dig your own grave, Granger."

A distinctive tent decorated Draco's trousers, he cups the bulge and adjusts his painfully hard erection.

H : "Oh, you're still hard, let me..."

D : "We don't have time."

Hermione's face falls in disappointment and Draco smirks.

D : "Don't worry about it, you can make up for it tomorrow."

Draco picks up the discarded yellow knickers and pockets them.

D : "I'm keeping these by the way."

H : "You cant be serious?"

D : "I rather enjoy the thought of you walking about the castle knickerless."

H : "You fucking smug prat."

D : "Blue is my favourite colour, Granger."

Draco lifts the spell and walks out.

Funny, she would've bet her left tit that it was black.

[atsunflower]

Semi Eita x Reader

Rated: SFW — Angst, cursing, traffic accident, injury descriptions, slight mentions of anxiety and post traumatic stress. 

Word count: 2070

Author notes: and here is the second part of our F.L.Y collab. I want to thank all the girls from Knights of the coconut and in particular, both @mooshua and @neonghxst who were pretty patient with me and helped me a lot throughout this process. You guys are amazing and I can't thank you enough. I guess that's all. Please enjoy your reading!

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If this can no longer resonate/ No longer make my heart vibrate/ Then like this may be how/ I die my first death

He felt suffocated as the breath hitched on his throat.

Staring at his hands, the male recalled how said limbs brought the best time of his life:

A setter position at Shiratorizawa Volleyball club.

A desk job at the public department.

A promise as a rising star along his band, under a label with a contract too good to be true.

Roaming through his memories, he remembers that every single one of his  achievements were accompanied by lights:

The reflectors on the court.

The white lamps from his office.

The blinding lights from the stage.

Once had he everything he wanted. Now it was all out of his grasp — And lights, very similar to the last ones, now plagued his thoughts.

After all, he remembers when they blinded him before the car came crashing onto his body. Chills ran down his spine every time he recalled how the headlights of the vehicle were the last thing he saw before blacking out.

All it took was one second and then, a month at the hospital that turned into a lifetime of pain — it took only an accident for his life never be the same again.

"Maybe this is what they call first death" He muttered to himself, the words tasting bitter in his mouth as he took on his surroundings.

The constant tapping the secretary made on the keyboard left his nerves on edge and, added to the sterile scent hanging on the air, it felt like a reminder of the folder that sat heavy on his lap. In addition, the curious, pitying, eyes trained to his figure did nothing to soothe his anxiety.

Well, it's not everyday you see a rockstar sitting in a clinic waiting room, after he almost died, the man mused in distaste.

"Semi Eita?" The voice called from the door across the lounge. There, a male stood eyeing him as he made his way to the office.

The room was spacious, with a desk, cabinets, a stretcher and some anatomic models. A typical physiotherapist office, he guessed — not like Semi had ever been into one before, though.

"Make yourself comfortable, Semi-san" The brunette said as he organized some papers on the desk surface "I see it's your first time here. I'm Ennoshita Chikara, the physiotherapist who will take care of your condition from now on" They both shook hands as Semi sat on the chair. He cursed internally as he felt no force on his right hand.

"So, what brings you here today, Semi-san?" Ennoshita asked, eyeing Semi's right hand.

The grey haired male gulped before handing the folder to the physiotherapist.

"Here, this is the medical report. Shirabu-sensei made sure to specify everything regarding my hand." The brunette hummed before taking it. Semi couldn't muster up the courage to talk about his condition.

"I know, Semi-san. But I need to hear it for the history taking and you may know acceptance can help you through the recovery process" The apologetic tone made him sick.

"I don't want to talk about it. Could you please just proceed with the therapy?"

"Look, I know it's a sensitive topic but—" The therapist was interrupted mid sentence when Semi stood. The chair screeched on the floor at the sudden movement before the male tried to snatch the folder from the other.

Tried. 

The paper sheets scattered on the floor, since he couldn't take a proper grip on them.

Tears of frustration welled up on his eyes, as he murmured a meek apology only to storm out of the place.

Semi Eita felt the pitying eyes following him all the way back to his house.

At home, he felt in peace.

No sympathetic gazes and no condescending words. Just him alone with his own demons.

I need a bath. And a beer, the gray haired man decided as the weak hand carded through his hair locks. He flinched at the touch, feeling how dull it was — tactless, even. Just a bundle of flesh and bones hanging from his wrist. Nothing like it used to be.

Ignoring the pang on his chest, the man walked through the corridor. By his left, he saw a shining glass door and immediately, a sensation of longing crawled up his spine and clawed at his heart. He opened the tinted surface, entering the room.

The music studio was the same way he left on the accident day: the gray hoodie thrown over the chair, the paper cups of coffee scattered over his desk and the Moleskine with the lyrics he wrote that night. They resembled three months of hard work and the whole place, a sanctuary built of his dreams.

Too bad the room now felt like his own private purgatory.

Running his index finger over the notebook's leathery spine, memories invaded his mind. Regret gnawed on him even though he wasn't at fault — well, who would have predicted that going to get cigarettes late at the night would end up in a near-death experience? Who would've guessed that, on the way back to his condo, a drunk fucker would hit him with his car and vanish from the scene, without calling an ambulance?

If the medical help came sooner, would things be different? He often wondered, even though he knew it couldn't be helped. His friend, doctor Shirabu, said the damage on his arm was too extensive with a chance of recovery little to nonexistent. His heart stopped beating when he heard those words.

Looking back at it, Semi Eita regretted getting out of his house for such a trivial thing. Before, the musician had his dreams to push him through. Now, all he had left was a medical report — written in a horrendous handwriting, if he may add — stating that patient Semi Eita suffered a minor brain damage and multiple broken bones that caused a lower motor neuron syndrome with wallerian degeneration on the median nerve of his right arm — he didn't understand a shit about the medical terms, but he knew it was bad. Well, it's not like paralysed fingers in the form of 'the hand of benediction' could be a good outcome of an accident.

Benediction? More like a curse, he scowled.

Snapping out of his internal turmoil, brown orbs wandered over the music studio, eyeing all his equipment, as the man drowned on the nostalgic feeling.

On the far corner of the room, white tiles smiled at him — Though, it wasn't a sign of sympathy: in the far corner of the room, the black piano was smiling in mockery, as if it laughed at him, knowing his condition.

You'll never play again, The piano said

"I know!" He retorted.

Your career is dead, the piano chanted.

"I know!"

So pitiful, it snickered — and that was the last straw before despair washed through his body.

Semi spotted the electric guitar by his left. Grabbing the instrument by its neck, he threw it at the other. The wooden body crashed onto the keyboard, the ivory keys agonized at the violence.

Not that he cared, though. He was hurting a lot more than the piano did.

And the tears running down his face were proof enough of it.

Absorbed in his self-conscious state, he didn't see you entering the room, eyes roaming over the mess he made.

"Oh my, Eita!" And his body crashed into yours, sobbing uncontrollably. 

"Eita, love" You said softly, testing the waters.

"Get out" He pleaded weakly, both of you still slumped over the carpet of his studio. Your boyfriend stopped crying long ago, but sorrow still covered his face.

The sight was heartbreaking.

"You know I won't" You said, holding him tighter.

"[Name], get the fuck out!" He said an octave louder, pushing you away "The last thing I want now is your pity. And I don't want you to see me like this, either" Ever the proud man he was, hatred laced his voice — and even though you knew it wasn't directed at you and that he didn't mean it, it still hurted.

"I won't leave you. And I don't pity you" You sincerely stated.

"So why the fuck you're looking at me like this?" Hazel irises squinted at you, the hands clutching your shoulder tightened their grip — the hold on your right felt a lot more stronger.

"I'm worried" And then, he laughed.

Hysterically.

Almost scaringly.

"Why waste your time, huh?" You tried to retort, he beated you to it.

"Why bother with a failure for a boyfriend, hm?"

"Eita"

"What's left to you, huh? I bet you're leaving me now that my fucking career went downhill and I won't be famous anymore" The venom of his words scorched your ears.

Throwing insults at you, Semi didn't measure his words and nor did you measure your actions. A second after, all the two of you felt was the stinging flesh.

Of your hand.

Of his cheek.

"So you'll just sit here and cry?" You grabbed him by the collar, eyes boring into his "Shirabu himself said there was a chance. Are you giving up this easily?"

"Shirabu said there was a slight chance" He corrected you, saliva was sprayed over your skin when he screamed at your face.

"And you'll just take it, giving up without a try?" You were so done. The Semi you knew wasn't a spineless man who gave up so easily.

"You don't know how it feels!" He cracked again, the cry went past his mouth, wavering on the air. Your features softened as your hands moved upwards, cradling his face.

"I don't" The words came ragged "But please, don't give up without pulling out a good fight. You're not acting like yourself"

"It's just so hard. You don't get how empty I feel" The man before you was nothing like your Eita.

"For fuck's sake, Eita. Try the surgery and if it doesn't work, wait for the physical therapy results. If it still doesn't work, learn to play with the other hand, goddammit" You leaned onto him, joining your foreheads "Just don't give up. Back to our Shiratorizawa years, you said you wanted to rely on your own strength to show you abilities, because you desire to do things were always too strong. You prided yourself for being free when showing off, then why are you letting this situation hold you down?"

"It's hard. It's like I'm dying, but feels much more worse than that" Words came in a whisper, still reluctant to consider the options.

"But did you die? Did your talent die?" You lightly shook his body, trying to infuse some energy into it "Did you, all of sudden, forget how to make music?" And he saw determination painted in the hue of your irises.

"But—" He tried to argue.

"No buts, even if you can't play in the band, you can still be a producer. Don't let life reap your art away from you" You pleaded, hoping your words could somehow touch him.

Peeking into his face, you observed its features softening as you felt his muscles relaxing under your palms and your boyfriend reciprocating your loving touches.

Your heart was finally at ease.

"How come you always know what to say in the right time, even if it's cliché as fuck?" Eyelids covered the orbs you loved so much as the words were spoken in a serene mode. 

Semi Eita felt peace.

You tucked the broader body inside of your arms, caressing the lean muscles of his shoulders.

"There's a reason why, other than my pretty face, I'm your muse" He playfully scoffed at you, tightening the hold on your waist.

"Who said you are?" You ignored his words, paying attention to the hair locks under your chin "[Name]?" He started uncertain.

"Hm?"

"You're right. Guess if I didn't die in the accident, it's only fair if I don't let my life as an artist go away either" His soft-spoken words meant everything to you.

Relief washed over you as your heartbeat increased in your chest. But the most important was how you could feel Semi's heart beating again.

I'm in my workroom, it's my studio/ The waves go darkly by in a throe/ But I'll never get dragged away again

Taglist: @anseoo @keiijiis @inarizakikoukou @deerixiie @bristil @maramalademadara @thedreadthreadanomaly @catharsisbabey @aprettyfruit @ttsukii @chasekudo @kenmashoe @daijoubuyuki @krusty-cheetahs @ohmythatmiya

[theoutcastedartist]

No new art really, if you've seen my original post on the MHA amino then you know where this is fucking going. Right down to Angstville because for some reason I'm obsessed with hurting my favorite Goth Jesus. You'd think I'd talk about my "Stain's Redemption" AU first since I've mentioned it but hahahaha

Y o u w e r e w r o n g ;´)

I straight up just copied and pasted my original post because I'm lazy but I REALLY wanted to share this with Tumblr lmao

Warning for (potential) manga spoilersss

Alrighty sinners, Let's get to the post itself then. Shall we?

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So let me just address something real quick about how I feel about the latest chapters of the MHA manga:

Seeing Aizawa cry has to be the most heart breaking thing I've seen in MHA (outside of the whole deal with Eri, sweet baby child ;-;)

And I completely FLIPPED when it was revealed that Shirakumo was BASICALLY turned into Kurogiri and just I'M CRYING--Cloud Angel Baby NOOOOOO!!!

They all deserved better than this T-T

Anywho enough about my grieving over fictional characters, let's talk about my AU, inspired by these recent chapters. Note that I'm a terrible writer. I guess this also includes a snippet of what I plan to write for this AU since it transitions from explanation to literature at some point just because I was kinda bored. Imma let you know right now that I'm a shit writer so uuuuh bear with me.

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The Reticent AU takes place in an Alternate Universe where Shirakumo is ALIVE and separate from Kurogiri. Instead of Loud Cloud being turned into a Nomu, Eraserhead is turned into one. His appearance for the most part remains the same, minus the scars all over his body, including around the neck, from experimentation.

He barely speaks due to pain he feels when he does talk and has no recollection of his life before being a Nomu, not even his own name. He manages to escape the League of Villains at some point and "befriends" the Hero Killer: Stain, or well more like the other way around (only because I find Stain befriending an emotionless mute to be funny). He finds Stain's views of false hero-hood and admiration for All Might quite contradictory yet amusing and lets him live during their first encounter.

It is rather hard to say whether he is a villain or a vigilante. He'll kill only if necessary but his intentions and motivations are unknown. He despises All Might as the Symbol of Peace. It gives false hope to the people as well as a false sense of security. He found it completely revolting. Aizawa did believe in good people, but All Might isn't one of them in his books. Pretty much considered one only because he's hanging around with Stain.

He never gave himself a name, nor did he care all that much for it, it was Stain who dubbed him with the alias "Reticent", meaning not revealing one's thoughts or feelings readily. He was never one for being open for as long as he could remember.

It's rather fitting, so Reticent keeps the given name.

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* I didn't know Shirakumo was tan, not white before I made the art (forgive me)

Oboro Shirakumo A.K.A Loud Cloud is currently the homeroom teacher of our beloved Class 1-A and best friend of our resident screaming banana, Present Mic. They have given up on their dream to start an agency due to the loss of their closest friend from high school. Fifteen years ago when they were still students at UA, Shota Aizawa had gone missing and authorities concluded that he was dead. It was such a heartbreak to Shirakumo and Yamada, that hurt never fully healed.

Shirakumo is still a friendly and nurturing spirit at heart, but not as open with his feelings anymore. He's more reserved with his thoughts and feelings. He's a reticent person.

He takes an instant liking to Ejirou Kirishima and Hitoshi Shinso. Kirishima's friendship with the explosive Katsuki Bakugou reminds him of his friendship with Shota. Their personalities seemed so different, yet their bond had remained solid and strong. As for Shinso, the purple haired teen reminded him of his old friend. He could see the growing potential in these two and takes them both under his wing. The three of them train together outside of school and the Kirishima and Shinso form a close friendship with each other along with their sensei. Both children are like sons to Shirakumo, he thinks that Shota would like them too if he were still here.

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So... Izuku Midoriya, the "villain magnet" of class 1-A, ended up finding himself standing face-to-face with the Hero Killer: Stain and... his partner? The news never reported anything on him having a partner. How strange. Either Stain's partner is a very recent addition or this guy was really good at covering his own tracks.

"Stain, leave them be. They are just mere children. Killing them would serve no purpose to your cause. I wouldn't waste your time with Native either. "

Midoriya grimaced at the sore and raspy voice. It sounded painful, but he could hear the underlying threat. The Hero Killer sighed and backed off from Iida's paralyzed body.

The two villains left before Todoroki had arrived.

"I think that's the first time I've ever seen you smile."

Agakuro sat down next to Reticent, who was currently petting a stray cat, and offered him some fruit. The smaller man hummed quietly and took a few slices of apple. Both men sat quietly with the soft purring of the stray.

"I've been meaning to ask, what is your quirk exactly? You can erase quirks, but you can also manipulate basic elements and the blood in people's bodies."

Reticent signed, 'I have more than one.'

"More than one quirk?" Stain cocked an eyebrow.

Reticent nodded and quietly spoke, "Nomu."

"I've heard about their appearances here in Hosu. They are these large looking creatures with their brains exposed. You sure as hell don't look like one of 'em." Agakuro mused as he chewed on some cantaloupe. His friend was making his signals again.

I was suppose to be a more perfected Nomu. All for One took care of my progress himself.'

"Is that why you have so many..."

'Yes.'

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"Principal Nezu?" Shirakumo and Yamada stood in the white creature's office. Both men wondering why they were called to see him.

"Ah Loud Cloud and Present Mic! I apologize for pulling you out of your classes, but it seems you both are being called to assist Gran Torino with something he found." Nezu explained. The two men in the room looked at each other confused.

"What does he need us for?"

"Well it seems that they have another one of those Nomus in custody. I think you may remember the name Shota Aizawa?"

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Shirakumo was BEYOND annoyed about the situation. It must be a mistake. Their old friend was not some gruesome quirk experiment accompanying the Hero Killer. Shota Aizawa wanted to be a hero, despite feeling that he was inadequate for such due to the nature of his quirk. It has to be a mistake.

"How much longer-"

"Calm down will you! I'm frustrated about this too. There's no way it could be him, but... who knows."

They arrived at the police station withing a few minutes and walk inside. They see Gran Torino standing there waiting for them. They follow him to where Tsukauchi is finishing up with questioning the person inside. Looking through the window, Shirakumo and Yamada's eyes widen with disbelief. The other person looked just like...

"Ah Present Mic, Loud Cloud. Thank you for arriving on such short notice. I know you are both very busy men."

The two Pro-Heros turn to the detective as he stepped out of the interrogation room. Present Mic appeared alarmed and Shirakumo just looked... mad.

"Well it appears that he doesn't remember anything before being experimented on. We have a case of amnesia on our hands."

Shirakumo practically growled,"Experimented on? What the hell are you going on about detective!?" Why was Tsukauchi being so damn vague?

"That man in there is indeed Shota Aizawa. His base quirk of Erasure is still there and DNA results confirm this. From what I'm gathering, fifteen years ago he was kidnapped and had been subjected to illegal drug testing as well as having multiple quirks forced into his body. He's a more sophisticated Nomu it seems."

"More 'sophisticated'? What stopped him from having brains popping out of his skull like all the others we've seen?" The voice hero questioned. Something wasn't adding up here.

"All for One..."

The other three men became tense.

"Isn't... Isn't that the villain All Might fought at Kamino Ward?"

"According to him, it seems that All for One was the one who did this to him personally, there was extra care in your friend's 'recreation'. As to what his added quirks are, we're not sure yet of what they are or even of how many."

Gran Torino turned to the younger men,"We were hoping that you two would talk to him. Maybe to help trigger any memories from before his disappearance."

"So what? You think the 'power of friendship' is going to magically bring back his memories?" Shirakumo scoffed at how ridiculous that would actually be.

"No, but miracles do happen. I've seen many things during my time. They are rare, but they happen."

"Shirakumo," Present Mic started, "if there is even a slim possibility of getting Sho's memories back, shouldn't we at least try? For him?"

Shirakumo sighed at his words, "Fine. For Shota's sake."

The two younger men walk inside.

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"Shota?"

'Who were they talking about? Is that his name?'

After the detective had left the room, two other men had walked in. He assumed they were Pros based on the costumes. No normal person dressed in THAT much leather (referring to Present Mic).

"Do you... remember us, Shota? Hizashi and I?"

It looks like they ARE talking to him. He shook his head no. This was the first time he has seen these two men. The way they were looking at him made him uncomfortable.

"Sho...ta? Is... that my name?"

The two men standing winced at his croaking voice. In all honesty, he would sign, but he had no clue if these two even knew sign language. So he just resorted to talking.

"Do you remember your own name?"

"No."

"Do you... remember us?"

The raven haired man shook his head, 'No.'

"Is... Shota my name? Do you know me? I'm sorry I- I'm just... so confused."

His voice was so raspy and weak. Black hair covered the scar under his eye. Hizashi and Oboro wore sad looks on their faces at the sound. The taller of the two, Oboro, knelt down by the man's knees.

"Yes. We do know you. Your name is Shota Aizawa. You were once a member of UA's class 2-A about fifteen years ago." Oboro started as he gently pried one of Shota's hands from the yellow blanket the officers gave him. His arm was covered in scars... like his legs. God only knows what they did to him all those years. Hizashi just observed their movements, unsure of what to do he added on to what Shirakumo said.

"You love cats and taking naps, you were the most rational one out of the three of us. All three of us had dreams of starting an agency together..."

The two pro-heros continued talking for what felt like hours. Shota listened to every word as they recounted their old adventures from highschool. Maybe with enough luck, they could help Shota get him memory back. Shirakumo was starting to think that the raven wasn't ever getting his old memories back until...

"Sushi... I- We had a cat named Sushi?"

Hizashi had flung himself so fast to Shota as he held onto him tightly and cried. Shirakumo also had a tear-streaked face, but he held a blinding smile as he watched Shota awkwardly pat the blond's back.

Miracles do happen.

More of this angst shit coming soon ;)

[caroldanversmohawk]

Quidditch Captain Danvers - Chapter 4 Posted!

Mazie walked through the corridors with her best friend, Wanda Maximoff. They had finished their homework yesterday, which meant they had Sunday to themselves. Mazie had suggested they go for a walk outside. Her hope was to innocently wander the grounds of Hogwarts and maybe accidentally pass by the Quidditch pitch a couple times, in case Gryffindor was practicing.

"She's actually really nice, you know." Mazie told Wanda, out of nowhere, who sighed in response.

"You've already said that, like at least five times." She told her. Wanda knew exactly who her lovestruck friend was talking about. The only person she had been talking about for the last few days.

"Well it's true." Mazie mumbled, embarrassed that she was to the point of annoying her own friend. But still unable to contain the bursting excitement inside her from actually meeting Danvers two days ago.

"Tell that to the uniform she ruined." Wanda smirked at her. The Combusting Chalk never did come out. In fact, Mazie still had some red streaks left in her hair. It was fine though. She kind of liked the flash of color in her otherwise monotone mane. Not to mention it reminded her of Carol every time she saw it.

"She didn't mean for that to happen! She's not mean. Just...reckless," Wanda was already snorting at the dreamy tone Mazie's voice had taken on.

"Right. I still think Romanoff is better for you." She told her friend, honestly.

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"That's not how you felt when I first met her!" Mazie accused. "You'll warm up to Danvers, too. You'll see"

Wanda raised her eyebrows at Mazie, "I didn't like Romanoff because she’s a Slytherin. And she acts like a stone cold bitch."

Mazie giggled at Wanda's blunt words, only partially horrified. They had talked about this before. Before Mazie had met Natasha in person. The first time had been at Hogsmeade, when Carol had put Whizzing Worms in Natasha's Butterbeer. Mazie hadn't even thought about what she was doing before she cast the counter spell that contained the exploding liquid. She had learned that one a long time ago, as soon as her little brothers first got their hands on those bloody worms.

"But she's much nicer in person! She just acts cold so no one messes with her." Mazie insisted. After saving her from the Whizzing Worms, Natasha had bought Mazie a drink. She had been intimidated by the Slytherin Prefect at first, but once they got to talking, she realized that Natasha really did just put up a front. She was kind and caring, and very clever. Mazie couldn't remember the last time she had such an engaging conversation about transfiguration, especially with anyone who wasn't a Ravenclaw.

"It doesn't seem to stop Danvers from messing with her…" Wanda noted, with small smile. She knew that reminding Mazie of Carol again would only set her off more.

"Yea, but that's because Danvers is a reckless badass! She's not afraid of anything. Or anyone." Mazie's dreamy grin was back.

"You're so far gone, Stanton. It's useless for me to try to convince you otherwise." Wanda looked at her friend fondly. "So, are we circling the Quidditch pitch a few hundred times?"

Mazie wanted to deny it, to feign outrage that her friend thought her so fickle...but she was that transparent. Not to mention, she loved Wanda like a sister. And they knew each other almost as well, after 7 years of sharing a room in the Ravenclaw dorms. "Yea...but let's at least try to look subtle about it, okay?"

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Carol was frustrated by her team's slow progress. They only had six more days before the big match. And they still weren't ready.

"Barton, the snitch has been out for 20 bloody minutes. Some hawkeye you have." She scoffed, then rounded on her beaters. "And you two. Avery--Moaning Myrtle could swing harder than you. Valkyrie--you have the accuracy of a blast ended skrewt." Valkyrie tilted her head at her friend, looking like she was ready to make Carol eat those words, literally, but luckily there was no bludger in reach.

“Hill, you’re flying like you drank a barrel of firewhiskey. You need to stay in bloody formation.” Maria stared Carol down with raised eyebrows, not saying a word in response. Carol wasn’t phased by the glares she was getting from her team. She was just being honest.

She left Steve out--he was trying at least. Compared to the rest. She turned his friend though, who was hovering by the goal posts. "And for Merlin's sake, Bucky. Stop watching Steve's ass and start watching the quaffle. A gnome could’ve blocked more of our shots."

"As far as I'm concerned, that's Gryffindor's ass." Bucky muttered quietly, expression neutral. He seemed like the only one who wasn’t angry at her rant.

"Fine. We can make it the bloody Gryffindor mascot if you want." Bucky was surprised she heard him but completely unabashed all the same. "Just stare at it another time. As far as I'm concerned, I own all your asses when we're on this field. And at the moment I'm not impressed with any of them."

Valkyrie snorted to Avery, "That's because none of them are Romanoff's."

"What did you say?" Carol pulled her broom in a 180, facing her beaters again. Both had the forethought to look contrite, though Valkyrie still had the hint of a smirk. They held up their hands in surrender.

"Nothing, Captain." Avery responded for them.

Carol rolled her eyes, letting it go for the moment. She had bigger worries than dumb rumors. She sighed, "Everyone take five. Then I want you back on the pitch with your heads screwed on properly. Or else."

She landed first, needing the break more than them, if she was honest with herself. Her head felt like it was going to split in two. She knew her team had the potential to beat Slytherin, the potential to be better. But it seemed like every day they were on the pitch her team was getting worse.

"Danvers," Steve's voice was calm, like she hadn't just exploded at them up there. "I had some ideas for maneuvers we could do--"

"Not now, Rogers." She cut him off. What part of ‘take a break’ didn't he understand? When she glanced at him, she saw him blinking, unsure what to do now that he was turned away. Her pity won out. "We can talk about it when we regroup, okay?" She said, a little less sharply.

He nodded, relief spreading across his features. "All right." Carol didn't watch to see him walk over to Bucky. She just knew he would.

She turned away from the whole team and started to make her way to the edge of the pitch. A breath of fresh air, that's what she needed. That was when she spotted the red-speckled hair. Bobbing along next to another girl. Carol momentarily thought Natasha was walking with Mazie, only to let out a relieved breath to see it was a much taller girl. With brunette hair and blue trimmed robes.

So Mazie had friends, Carol mused. Or at least, a friend. That's good. Carol decided that maybe this was the break she needed. She headed off down the path so she would collide with their route.

"Stanton," she called out when she was close enough to be heard.

Mazie's head whipped around to stare at Carol, wide-eyed. "Oh. Hey Danvers. What's up?"

“Oh, you know how it is. My team is sucking and there’s nothing I can do about it.” Carol shrugged, brushing off her dismal words. “Who’s your friend?” She nodded to the tall brunette.

“This is Wanda Maximoff.” Mazie had a grin on her face, but she couldn’t hold eye contact with Carol for long. She looked back at Wanda. “This is, uh, Carol Danvers.” Mazie was surprised her voice didn’t flutter on Carol’s name. Her heart was, that’s for sure.

Carol reached out to shake Wanda’s long-fingered hand. “Nice to meet you.” Carol remembered her manners for once.

“You too,” Wanda smirked, glancing slyly at her friend before turning her attention back to Carol. “Mazie’s told me a lot about you.”

Mazie’s eyes widened. She was contemplating if hexing Wanda in front of Carol would make it more or less embarrassing. “Oh yea?” Carol’s lips quirked up into an unashamed grin, making Mazie’s core clench, especially because it was directed at her. “All good things, I hope?” She added a wink. The mischievous spark in her eye made it clear to them both that Carol had a feeling none of it would actually be good. Mazie felt like she should say something but her mind was completely blank.

Wanda didn't seem to be suffering from the same muteness, “She thinks your team is going to beat Slytherin 2 to 1. I told her there was no way they would lose that badly.” Mazie clutched Wanda’s arm, not sure what she was trying to communicate to her friend, but sure that her face was turning crimson all the same.

“Yea, she told me that too.” Carol sighed, her eyes locking with Mazie. “At this rate, that’s not going to happen. Sorry, darling.” Mazie was glad her hands were covered by the sleeves of her robes. She felt them twitch at the pet name. Wanda let out a quiet laugh though, feeling it where Mazie held her.

"Itsokay," Mazie rushed out the words so they sounded like one. "As long as you win I'll be happy."

Carol frowned, "Not even sure I can guarantee that…"

"If anyone can figure it out, it's you."

Carol was touched but not sure her confidence was well placed. "Thanks. But you didn't see our practice today." She grimaced.

Mazie shrugged, "You've been doing this for seven years! Most of you have. I'm sure a lot of it is second nature at this point. It's just a question of who can get the edge this year. And that edge may not be through repetitive practice." Mazie shut her mouth, realizing she was rambling.

Carol's eyes widened, the thought finally hitting her. "You're a genius, Mazie!" She jumped forward, catching Mazie off guard and kissing her on the cheek. "I gotta go." She turned on her heel and started to run back to the pitch. After a few steps, she threw back over her shoulder, "Nice to meet you, Maximoff. Take care of my sassy, genius Ravenclaw friend."

Mazie stood there, rooted to the spot, watching Carol disappear in the distance. She wanted to say something, but every fiber of her being was focused on the warm patch on her cheek, where Carol's lips had been moments ago. And every thought in her head echoed the words, "darling", "genius", and "my friend."

Wanda put her arm around her, "Maze, you okay?" Wanda sounded just as caught off-guard as Mazie at the sudden change in Carol's behavior.

Mazie just let out a high-pitched whine, attempting to respond to her friend. Wanda laughed nervously, "Maybe we should go back inside, since we've been spotted."

Mazie could only nod and let Wanda guide her back down the dirt path, back toward the castle. "I can die happy now." Mazie muttered.

Wanda laughed, "If that interaction was any indication, you may just want to wait on dying. I think you might have some good things coming your way, Maze. If you can stay alive long enough…"

Mazie was clutching at her chest with her hand. "I think I'm having a heart attack."

Wanda snorted, "Well, deal with it darling. Cause now I kind of want to see where this goes. So you're not allowed to die yet."

"Fine. I'll suffer through this for you. Because I'm that good of a friend." Mazie mumbled.

Wanda laughed again. "Sure you are. You're doing it all for me. Not for that blonde Quidditch Captain that clearly has a thing for you." Wanda smirked, raising a challenging eyebrow.

"She does not," Mazie countered automatically. But she was actually beginning to wonder. Was it not just her imagination?

"You could've just stayed in the Prefect's bathroom to find out. But nooo, you had to run away." Wanda continued to tease.

"She kissed me, Wan. She kissed me." Mazie hadn't really been listening to her friend's words.

"Yes, she did. Let's get you inside before you faint," Wanda still looked at her friend with amusement. But also with worry. Mazie was innocent and sweet, and she was getting caught up with the wildest student at Hogwarts and the most ruthless student at Hogwarts. She just hoped that Mazie would be able to find her way between the two Gryffindor and Slytherin superstars. If not, Wanda was going to put to shame the meaningless pranks they had been playing on each other. She would be out for blood.

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Carol ran back onto the pitch to her dejected team, lazing around on the grass. "Rogers, what were those new maneuvers you came up with? I think it's time we added a little excitement to our lives."

Her team noticeably perked up at her words. This may just work.

[chronicbatfictioner]

Theater of the Soul - Chapter 25

"Ready?"

"Let it roll, Demetrius."

"Come and get me, Lysander."

Tim watched from the rafters as Dick and Jason bantered easily, both already in costume. Tonight will be Jason's 'farewell' from A Midsummer Night's Dream. For good. He would be Demetrius, and get his self-proclaimed "lifelong dream of fighting Dickiebird." Stephanie will continue to be Puck. The house was filled to the brims, tickets flying out the ticketmasters as soon as the show was announced a few weeks ago. Tonight will be Jason's final appearance in Midsummer, and his premiere return to the Wayne House's roster.

All on his 17th birthday.

And Tim will record them all in photographs, including the pre-curtain call bickering.

"Hey little bird, come down here for a sec." Jason suddenly called him. Tim obliged and swung himself down, landing right in front of Jason. "How about a good luck kiss?" Jason asked, wrapping his arms around Tim.

"You know that cavorting me could get you arrested, right?" Tim joked, only hesitating for a fraction of a second before pressing himself closer to Jason. It took the family all but three dates in two weeks to catch on. And Tim could still see Bruce's tender smile and Dick's unabashed squeal when he and Jason confirmed that they were going out. Oh, that, and a plethora of condoms that magically appeared in his bedroom drawers - and he suspected in Jason's too. Because... well, Tim still wasn't sure if it was Dick or Stephanie; or the conspiracy between the two who would always feign innocence whenever they were confronted.

Jason rolled his eyes. "You're two years younger, Timothy. Not twenty." he scowled.

"Okay then," Tim stood on tiptoe, pressing a kiss onto Jason's lips. Savoring the warmth, the slight taste of chocolate and mint, and Jason-ness. Until somebody coughed behind him.

"Get a room, children." Stephanie scowled. "Now come give me my good luck kiss, mascot!" she demanded, tugging Tim's shirt.

"Mascot?!?" Tim squawked indignantly. But he kissed Stephanie, anyway, way more chaste than his kiss for Jason.

"Oh, I agree. Stay small, Timbit." Harper chimed in and stole a kiss on Tim.

"Why do I get to be a mascot??" Tim whined. "Also, Harper, you're not getting on stage. Why are you kissing me??"

"Because we love you, squirt." Dick declared, adding, "The one true Robin Goodfellow of the House of Wayne." before settling on bear-hugging Tim.

"Good luck, guys." Tim finally managed, after the entire cast went past him. Except Jason. "Good luck," Tim told Jason, as the latter stood in front of him looking whimsical. "I'm definitely not gonna tell you to break anything." Tim grinned. Jason might still need a crutch when walking on stage; but the costume department worked around the clock to create a costume that would provide a crutch for Jason's legs, yet not looked out of place in the period costume.

"Mascot..." Jason mused, sidling closer to Tim again and placed his hands on either side of Tim's waist. "You're my mascot, birdie."

Tim pouted at him jokingly. "Fine," he said, standing on his tiptoe to hook his chin on Jason's shoulder as Jason swayed them both slightly.

"Wanna make it permanent?"

"In five to six years, maybe. Ask me again." Tim grinned, feeling the pitter-patter of his heart.

A flash suddenly sparked from their left, and Tim looked around just in time to see Barbara grinning impishly. "For posterity's sake." she said, waving her cellphone. "Alfred will want this framed."

Tim laughed, tightening his arms around Jason. There will be more photos and memories, he was sure. The bird photo, the little red robin that started to fix everything, has been framed in a human-sized frame in front of Jason's bed over the fireplace. "Just to remind me that I'm home," Jason had said. "maybe one day I'll replace that thing with like, a tiger or whatever's deemed masculine or a superhero or something. Right now, I just want it there."

Tim believed him. After all, it was the bird who had brought Jason home.

At the night's end, when Bruce called everyone on stage for an encore, somebody dragged Tim along. "Come on, Tim! Get on there!"

It took Tim a few seconds to realize that it was Cullen, who unceremoniously tossed him into Jason's arm just as Bruce called, "...and this family, the family of the Wayne and Kane House, thankd you all for coming and welcoming our family to entertain you. We could never make it without you!" he turned, glaring at Tim at the last word.

Tim hid his blushing face on Jason's chest, and felt the rumble of laughter. "he's right," Jason remarked. "Take a bow, Timmers!" he pushed Tim forward a little, in time for Bruce to remark, '...to introduce to you, the true Robin Goodfellow of our House: Tim Drake!'

Tim glared at the lights and silhouettes of people behind it for several long seconds until somebody grabbed his shoulder. "Bow!" Jason's voice insisted.

So Tim took a few bows, amidst the applause.

"Tim might not be right there on the stage, but he keeps the memories of our house alive and archived." Bruce explained. "...and starting tomorrow, we shall present to you some of the archives, with commentaries from those who were there--"

Oh, right. Tonight might be Jason's last night in 'Midsummer Night's'. But tomorrow, Tim's gallery would open, right there at the Wayne House's lobby, to display the photographs he had taken through the years. It was Jason's idea, and Bruce supported it thoroughly; and then promoted it to the point where there was no way Tim could get away from it.

And Tim knew, it was for him. So that he shall be known as Tim the photographer. Not Tim the poor not-actor child of actor-and-actress Jack and Janet Drake. Not Tim the replacement Puck. Just as Tim, the photographer. Memory-keeper.

Tim looked at Jason, still a little flabbergasted long after they all got off the stage. "Whaddya say we make more memories, birdie?" Jason said, handing him a bag.

Tim laughed. "This is your birthday! I'm supposed to be the one giving you a gift!"

"Consider that thing a belated birthday gift. I'm still gonna be paying for it through the next few gigs." Jason grinned. "Go on, open it!"

Tim grinned, reached into the bag and pulled out a yellow-pad-paper wrapped box. He rolled his eyes. "Really," he deadpanned.

"Stuff it. I can't find anyone who'll get me pretty papers to wrap it who won't tattle on me to you." Jason scowled. "Just tear through it!"

"I will, oh my gosh, patience!" Tim retorted, and decided to do just asked, tear through it - after failing to find the ending of the sellotape. He gasped once it was opened. "Oh my god! Jason!"

"Yeah, hi. I don't know if it's good or not. I just asked the guy at the store for the best there is and he gave me this. It's not the most expensive, but like, he said-- he said it's the best and all that... especially for motion and/or high activity and--" Jason spluttered.

"Jason. shut up! This is awesome!" Tim tore through the box of the high-end camera he had been saving up to buy. And then remembered something. "You owed somebody for this."

"Sure, Bruce. I'm paying it with my salary." Jason shrugged.

"Jason, you don't have to--"

"Oh no, I don't have to," Jason cut him off. "I just want to. That's one thing that'll worth my weight in gold in your hands." He paused suddenly, expression turned solemn. "It was your photo that brought my memory back. The gallery might be a mere colorful and fun pictures to see for everyone else. For me, it's... the literal thing that's worth all the gold in the world, right? I mean," he shrugged. "Yeah. Anyway. Everything started with your camera, right? I'd like it to end with your camera and retain your love of it. Hopefully, of me, too."

Tim smiled shyly. "That's really cheesy," he commented. "but profound."

"I'm made of profundity."

Tim snorted and laughed. "Cheesy McCheese with extra cheese on profundity. You're alright," he said.

"Yeah, you too, birdie." Jason ruffled his hair. "Now let's go to the mess hall. Alfred's gonna kill us if I'm late. I'm the birthday boy, after all!" Even after Jason refused a birthday party, Alfred still insisted on throwing a post-show celebration dinner for all of them. Emphasis on 'them' instead of Jason, and thus prevented Jason from bailing out entirely.

"Thank you," Tim said, a little belatedly as they walked side by side to the dining hall - the 'mess' hall.

"Timmy, just let me know whatever you need to keep you happy, yeah?"

"Diamond blings?"

"Anything that doesn't require the blood of innocent. Besides, aren't you a little too young for diamonds?"

Tim laughed. "Anything?"

"Yep, you've done so much for the lot of us. Let us - me, especially - help you stay happy."

Tim paused at the door of the dining hall, letting Jason walked in first and basked in the 'happy birthday' greetings. Everyone was there. There were new people - imports from the Kane House when they merged with Wayne House; including Kate Kane herself who was sitting next to Barbara. The two redheads - Kate with her bob-cut and Barbara with her long flowing locks - looked almost like sisters. Even Barbara's father, James Gordon, was there.

Otherwise, most were the people Tim has gotten to know for quite some time. In other occasions, the family would sit everywhere they want. Tonight, they were grouped at the head of the table, with two empty chairs for Jason and Tim placed side-by-side. All have started eating, but given Alfred's propensity for - at least - six-course meals, they weren't going to be finished soon.

Jason took a seat nearer to the head of the table, next to Bruce; and Tim took the next one. Dick and Barbara across them, next to each other.

Tim didn't want to cringe, but he must have - because Jason elbowed him lightly just when Bruce started tinkling his spoon against his wine glass. "Everyone, may I have your attention please!" he called out and stood up.

Jason groaned unabashedly. "I thought the speech part is over..."

"I'm a dramatic person. Bear with me." Bruce quipped. "Pardon me for interrupting your feast. But I thought it would be proper to make it official. Let this feast be the mark of the new Wayne and Kane House of Family Theater. May it bring happiness to those who came across it; and deter anyone thinking to cross it." There were choruses of 'amen', 'hear ye!' and the equivalent thereof. "Enjoy the meal!" Bruce closed and sat back down amidst the applause. "As for you two, young men..." he glared at Tim and Jason alternately.

"Ruh-roh..."

"We in trouble, Scoob..." Tim squeaked jokingly.

"No you're not in trouble. Not now, at least - or not that I know of..." Bruce turned toward Alfred with one eyebrow cocked in question. Alfred's small smirk assured him. "Just... if either of you find any mischiefs that might be a long con, let me know, yeah? I might hire somebody to make a play out of it."

"Whaaa...??" Jason squawked. "Seriously??"

"Yes," Bruce assured him. "I have started the process - just an outline for now. It would be great if you can help me with some of the details. Not to capitalize on your misery, but..."

"Oh no, I'm not offended. My entire life in the past few years could be enough to be a PSA warning for anyone looking for all that glitters in Hollywood. I'm just... who'd be interested in that kind of cliché?"

"Sane people," Kate Kane replied with a small smirk. "And you're right, it could be a PSA. But it will be a start. I shall lead the script-writing department, and I would love some help, if neither of you all mind." she addressed the last comment to include Barbara and Dick.

"I'll do the proofreading part. When it comes to imagination, you might want to rely on these two--" Barbara pointed to Jason and Dick. "fact checks, him or me." she added, pointing to Tim. "Schematic or pattern check, him."

"Cool! So we get to tell the adventure - our adventure, with a lot of artistic liberty. Can we make the villain look like, really creepy? 'It' clown kind of creepy?" Jason wanted to know.

"We can do whatever we want," Bruce agreed. "You can be in drag if you want - because I can always rely on Barbara to assess the rating later."

Tim looked at Jason, the latter looking excited at the prospect and started suggesting medieval and/or early 18th century Americas as the background, and started bickering with Dick about the lack of youtube in either era which would "poke a hole on the plot so big your ego could drive through it,"

Tim looked up just in time to catch a soft smile on Alfred's commonly-stoic face. The old man caught his eyes, and smiled at him. Tim smiled back.

Tonight might be the end of A Midsummer Night's Dream; but for the Wayne and Kane House, tonight shall be the first step to the future.

[retphienix]

Oh bud you best believe I had plenty of those tongue bitin' moments early on; Spent most of the first part of the game in a call with my cousin and kept going "Hmrh. That then." And not over the overarching story because I think the overarching story for Kamoshida was handled with enough tact to be disturbing while respecting the subject matter.

For the first dungeon I'm down for how most of the sexuality is presented because of that- but then you see Panther's design and I just, had my brain spin for a second.

I mentioned it on my post when it happened, but the ONLY saving grace I saw was that Ann herself also didn't seem to like the costume, so I posed "Maybe they'll try to justify it, like maybe it's her persona's design or something, or represents some facet or internalized problem they could talk about later (Like internalized sexualization because that's a thing and could be talked on) but the best they can do is get a half pass because at the end of the day the devs decided 'Yeah, let's put the high school girl in a dominatrix catgirl costume'" and I'm still uncomfortable with that.

A funny tidbit on that is literally THE second I got her in my party, I changed her costume. Thanks Royal :P

Morgana's push doesn't SUPER bother me, but that's probably because I see them as a younger dude having a crush and he's mostly polite about it- just white knighting and being embarrassing. I think I'm okay with pretty much all he's done and said thus far, but again I see him as the youngest of the crew so it comes off as uncomfortable, but only as uncomfortable as a younger kid thinking the older teen is hot can get, which is 'medium' I guess?

As far as I've heard from all the dialogue up to dungeon 2 he hasn't been sexual beyond the one moment where he's like "I guess you'll have to get nude so we can solve this dungeon" which wasn't really motivated by sexuality on his part, so eh. That's more in line with the overall problem of that section which! YEAH!

The chapter 2 intro with the nude weight over Ann's head made me a lot more uncomfortable than I let on in my posts, and I let it on pretty thick I think, I just didn't want to dwell on it without seeing where it went and I'll admit:

As part of the game that was semi-spoiled for me, it was LESS bad than I thought.

As in, I was under the impression it was gross as hell from the start and even had the misconception that it was Madarame that did it!

So I went in thinking "Oh no, right after the horrible shit she's been through she's gonna get naked for some old pervert????"

So the relief of what it really was did temper a lot for me.

That said.

I didn't. Like it.

They made it non-sexual, I appreciate that. I can buy the Muse story, not just because in canon it's apparently the truth, but because I can just buy that motivation in general.

They made it between two similarly aged characters, I appreciate that, in a perfect world consent can be more than fair in that pairing.

They didn't fulfill the nudity, I appreciate that. Not that I expected to SEE it- I mean she didn't have to get nude even off screen.

But they still put that over a minor's head who was just sexually harassed, then had her friends pressure her into it, AND added the threat of the police as a bargaining chip meaning IT WAS BLACKMAIL FOR FUCK'S SAKE so there goes any chance of this being read as her agreeing and consenting, AND it's played for laughs the entire time which wasn't comfortable for a second and only got a single smirk outta me with the 50 layers visual gag because I'm a mental toddler, AND- what's the point?

At the end of the day all of that was written by the dev as jokes and fan service fodder, all of THAT for what?

Coulda had Ann be an art fiend who got excited after seeing an advert and drags us along- leading to talking to Yusuke- pointing out his painting- and getting the reaction, perhaps gaining his interest then and there- perhaps an invitation to see his work at the shack?

Hell, you could just have him have a simple crush and hand over the invites based on that, or want to paint her as a model similar to the painting he fell in love with the "Sayuri" - you know- the way it's shown before he goes "Uh, actually nude please, and your friends annoy me so blackmail time" and use THAT as an opening for the exact same plan to unlock the door.

The nudity angle is there just for kicks and really tarnished the entire entry into the chapter!

You filed down the edges and made it not NEARLY as fucked as it could be and *I* appreciate that, but NOT GREAT BUD!

What's worse is the devs wrote out one of the protags (Yusuke) literally blackmailing for nudity and I like the fucking character! I LIKE HIM, STOP DOING THAT TO HIM, DEVS.

Because now I'm gonna go through the whole game, end it, and go "I love these characters... oh shit and also this fuck blackmailed for nudity, I love you you idiot, what the fuck devs" and that'll be the tarnish at the end of the game, thanks >:(

Think I needed to rant that out a touch because it just happened in my playthrough.

That said, loving my time with P5, and I'm willing to accept some of these things as flounders in motivation by the devs, but some of the overlap is just uncomfortable.

Like you can have the tone-deaf outfit or the tone-deaf "Whoops we wrote blackmail and made peer pressuring a sexual harassment victim a joke" moments, not both without getting some raised eye brows.

I'm always willing to consume flawed media and buff it out, just unfortunate on those bits because P5 is EASILY fitting in on my group of 'best RPGs I've ever played', and it has some grody flaws front and center seemingly just to appease horny fans.

Perhaps it's cultural, I don't pretend to know everything. But what I see is gross sexualization of a minor for laughs, not the worst of it I've ever seen, but it's just kinda 'there' in between amazing stuff, and like, why.

I keep playing too much persona and having to force stopping points when the game is practically made of stopping points.

Just gotta go

gotta do more always forever til the game ends.

[ncscope-archived-blog]

// I'm on mobile so I can't send the symbols but... if you don't like doing all of them... do every other uvu

@lifereturned I’m going to do every other, not because I don’t want to, but purely for time-management issues (I’m a mess forgive me *sobs*)

☯ Is there a muse you’ve always wanted to play?

There are many, but one that I’ve been dying to play is this dude.

Yep, that’s Clint Eastwood in the Dollar Trilogy - The Man with No Name is one of my favourite movie characters, and I’ve been dying to write him for quite a while. He’s the reason I very nearly made a McCree blog, but I can’t write the goddamn cowboy accent, so maybe I’ll make a blog for Manco one day, but Ana clearly won over McCree when it came to choosing for an Overwatch blog. 

♡ Would you ever write a poly ship?

If the opportunity ever arises, hell yes I would! I don’t ship my muses often, but I like to explore atypical romantic models (age gaps (within legal limits of course), open relationships, queer-platonic ships, ships that don’t work out, poly ships, etc) so a polyamorous ship would efinitely be something I’d be willing to try out. 

♢ What’s an AU that you think just won’t work with your muse?

I think anything too domestic or “normal”, like Coffeeshop AU - it just wouldn’t work for Ana, she’s too conflicted and action-oriented, it would just feel weird to write her in that kind of setting. Also I’m not a huge fan of this type of AU, but that’s purely based on personal taste.

♕ Do you like magic!anons? Why or why not?

I actually haven’t had the chance to try a magic!anon, I’ve never received (nor asked for) one, but I would be very curious to give it a shot!

★ What type of historical AU would you like to do one day?

I’m really repeating myself, but gimme a Cowboy/Western AU and I will be the happiest mun on the planet. I live for these tropes, especially since the Western is the most codified genre in movie history and it’s so much fun to deconstruct by adding historical accuracy, and it would be a lot of fun to do with Ana. Also pirate golden age era would be grand. 

☄ Do you think your muse would have liked going to high school sports games? Do you or did you go to high school sports games?

Oh yeah, Ana definitely attended all the high school sports games - provided that Egyptian highschools in the 2030s have highschool sports games, but probably? She’s a very atheletic woman, probably always has been, people seldom get into sports late in life when they’re at such a high level as Ana is. As for me, my highschool didn’t really hold sports games, and even if it did, I probably wouldn’t have gone, I was in a fencing club twice a week and that was enough sports in my opinion 8) In middle school though I was in the school’s handball team and attended sports events.

☽ Do you like writing angst? Why or why not?

No I hate it I have no idea what you’re talking about I do like writing angst, I love it, I love exploring the darker and more conflicted sides of my muses. The way I do it, it’s not about making them suffer as much as possible for the sake of suffering; you’ll never see me go “oh, Ana is too happy, how about she loses an arm or something”, no way. Angst needs to be justified and for the sake of character development: to me, it’s more about pushing a character to their limits and testing them when they’re the most conflicted, testing their boundaries as human beings, than making them suffer for the sake of feels. The feels come from the inner conflict itself, not the idea of putting my character through pain. 

☀ What’s an FC that you desperately want to play with? Why?

This guy:

And this guy:

And this guy:

I don’t even know why, I just really love them and have tons of ideas for each of them. Which I’ll probably never get to make because nO TIME.

☂ How does your muse spend a rainy day? How do you spend a rainy day?

If she’s on an off day, Ana probably spends it inside, curled up in a blanket and enjoying the sound of the rain against her window, a hot cup of tea in one hand and a book in another. I’ll probably do the same, though after two years living in Scotland, I’m much more used to and prone to going for a walk even on a rainy day, and I can’t spend a whole day inside without going out for a walk at some point, even for ten minutes. 

☺ What’s a character that you desperately want your muse to play with? Why?

Hmmm none that I can think of in particular? I would love Ana to interact with each character of the Overwatch lore but it’s not a desperate need. I suppose two that I would like to strike off my list are Winston, as another founder of Overwatch (and originator of the recall), and Hanzo (I don’t know, I just think their dynamic could be pretty fun and full of sass).

☢ Are there any ships that you would like to write for one day? Any that you wouldn’t?

I don’t have a particular ship I would like to write for, I prefer to go with the flow and with chemistry. My absolutely no’s are abusive relationships, massive age gaps (like, Soldier76/Pharah is fine by me, but Soldier76/D.Va would defiitely be too much for me. D.Va is an adult character so it’s not about legality, I just think that an age gap where one character is as old as another’s grandfather, expectations, aspirations, and worldview become too different. But again, that’s just my opinion!), and incest. Abuse and incest are my two massive nOPES.

♨ What’s a muse that you wished had lasted, but didn’t?

All the muses I had to give up, for one reason or another.

✿ Do you have a mun FC? If so why did you choose that as your FC, and if not who would you choose?

I do, Peter Capaldi as the 12th Doctor. No reason besides me really liking Peter Capaldi. And pretending I’m a grumpy person when really I’m not.

✂ Do you like to format your posts? Why or why not?

The only thing I do in terms of formatting is putting the small font and italicise a word here and there. Anything else is too time-consuming.

✉ Do you RP on any other platforms?

I used to RP on forums, but that time is over now. I only RP on forums, and for tabletop games (Call of Cthulu and Warhammer Fantasy at the moment).

❥ Has something ever happened for you to hate a ship? Why?

Hmm not besides poor ship development in a TV show, really. Neither fandom nor bad RP experiences have ever managed to ruin a ship for me, I can get frustrated by these, but ultimately what I make of this ship is more important to me than what other people make of it. 

回 Which muse was the worst to play? Why?

None, I loved each and every one of my muses and had a great experience with all of them! The worst that has happened was to create a muse and barely get rp partners to roleplay with. A frustrating experience, but hardly traumatising.

ღ Do you have a personal blog? Do you share it with your followers or do you keep it private?

I do have a personal blog, on which I post my terrible art, I haven’t shared it with anyone yet but maybe one day.

▽ Why did you create this muse?

I just fell in love with Ana the moment she appeared on Overwatch (and that was before I even played the game), so when I got more familair with the fandom and the rp community, and I scrapped McCree from my list for the accent reason and seeing quite a few McCree blogs already, I just knew I had to make an Ana blog. I love her to bits, it’s ridiculous.