#I mean I know I head cannon him as a psychopath but this is just ridiculous

[harley-rose25]

more aot ending doesnt make sense thoughts

Wait... wait, ..so Eren knew that the Titan curse was going to be broken by the time he gets stopped during the rumbling, right? I'm pretty sure he said that. So, like, if that's the case, what was the point of going to Historia and, apparently, being like 'hey yo go get pregnant so the military wont feed Zeke to you and I can use him to rage stomp the world. k thanks'

He could've just had Historia turn into a titan shifter and then they could start the rumbling.

I mean I guess its so that their friends don't kill Historia to stop the rumbling but like Eren had full control of the founding titan he could have prevented that; actually they wouldn't even need to kill her they just need to separate her from Eren.

I guess Eren just wanted to manipulate her into having a baby for shits and giggles

To satisfy his growing breeding fetish?

So he could watch her fuck after he turns into a bird like in that one youtube video by i dont remember and im too lazy to look it up fuck you?

[rotdistressxox]

Hiii thank you sm for your kengan works! Just wondering what are some head cannons about agito post KAT gap and his biggest changes. As well as maybe raian post training arc? 💜

Not a problem! I'll include both of em' in this post. Sorry if this seems short!

Kanoh Agito and Raian Kure: Post KAT HC'S

Kanoh Agito

• It was a gigantic humble for him to lose for the first time in his life. He knew he had a lot of self-reflecting to do after.

• Number one thing to do was to help ground himself as a human. All this time he's viewed himself as this god, he's never truly experienced strong emotions. Apart from some sadism and god-complexes.

• He truly did love you, but after this, he feels as if he hadn't really been there for you.

• He needs boat loads of reassurance. You still love him. He's still a strong fighter. He knows that, but then there's doubt.

• Is noticeably less tense or formal. Loosens up, doesn't wear a suit and tie as often when out of his usual fighting outfit.

• Got a motorcycle, duh! Now he can take you out for nice scenic rides.

• Embraces the human side in himself while fighting. He doesn't think too highly of himself anymore. Knows his place in the fighting ring.

• That doesn't mean he stops training, there's always room for improvement

• Spends more time with you, exploring the outer parts of Japan.

Raian Kure

• SORE LOSER

• Still sour about his loss with Ohma. That's what drives him during in training.

• After being gone for a while. He still has the same old cocky personality. Which I guess is to be expected, this is Raian afterall.

• It's different when he fights though, he doesn't toy with his opponent as much like they're food to him. Goes straight for the kill.

• Just because of some training doesn't mean he's not a psychopath still. He still pursues he's other means of work. Being an assassin / hit man are now his main source of income.

• He doesn't go out in public much, prefers to stay in the village and help out. Now that he's tasked with restoring Ohma to his full strength, he finds his patience to be growing. Not his usual short-fused self.

• I guess he learns a thing or two from Ohma. You like to watch them go back and forth with their unbalanced personalities.

• If we're talking his relationship with you, he's matured a bit. He's taken a liking to being vulnerable with you. He can pour his heart out to you about 'shit that pisses him off'

[bijouxcarys]

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A/N: Here's the next part! This was originally pushing 20k words, which is just insane, so I had to split it up. I'm actively asking for feedback on the story, as I'm struggling with pacing at the moment. It would be much appreciated, but even if I don't recieve the feedback, any engagement is appreciated anyways! Hope everyone's healthy and taking care of themselves, and I hope you enjoy <3

CW/TW: Angst, heavy mentions of extreme violence, sexual harrassment

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March, 2014.

The night was cool. A quiet, unassuming stillness hanging over the Brooklyn docks like a veil. The faint sound of water slapping against the pier underscored the occasional groan of ships in the distance. A gentle mist clung to the air, and the glow of street lamps bounced off the oily water beneath their feet. It was just the kind of night that made a man feel free.

They stood by the edge of the dock, leaning against the rusted railings, beers in hand, and shoulders relaxed for the first time in a long time. After months of constant movement, fights, and deals, they’d found a small pocket of peace. The brotherhood. The trinity of loyalty, strength, and mayhem. For two years, untouchable.

A shield against all things wrong and unjust.

Roman cracked open a second bottle of beer and took a long swig. His dark hair hung loose around his face, and his deep, gravelly voice broke the comfortable silence.

“Man, we needed this,” he said, looking over at Dean, who was mid-story, laughing as he talked with his hands, spilling half his beer over the side of the dock.

The wild-eyed loose cannon of the group was in full swing; Dean’s leather jacket hung limply over his shoulders, and his smile was wide, brightening up his usually intense expression. “You should’ve seen the guy’s face!” he continued, shaking his head. “He didn’t expect it at all. I mean, one second we’re talking business, and the next—bam! Right in the gut. He was pissing himself before he even hit the ground.”

Roman barked out a laugh. “You’re a psychopath, you know that, right?”

Dean shrugged, grinning ear to ear. “Hey, it worked, didn’t it? Now that’s problem-solving.”

A few feet away stood Seth, gazing out at the water. He’d been… distant that night. Roman noticed the way his jaw clenched, hand wrapped tightly around his bottle, and his disposition entirely off.

“You good, Rollins?” Roman asked, narrowing his eyes.

Seth glanced over to Roman, and then back out to the water. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Just… thinking.”

“Careful, Seth,” Dean chuckled, still in his own world. “Thinking’s dangerous.”

The architect smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, dangerous,” he muttered, almost to himself. His hand shifted, subtly, toward his waistband.

Roman’s instincts picked up on the tension, but he let it go, chalking it up to the long week they’d had. “You look like you got somethin’ on your mind,” he pressed.

Staring at the rippling water below him, Seth hesitated before finally turning to face them. “You ever think about… what’s next for us?” he asked, the lines on his face hardening ever so slightly.

Dean scoffed, taking a swig of his beer. “What the hell you mean, ‘what’s next’? We’re at the top of the game, man. We’ve got everything we need.”

Roman didn’t say anything at first, watching Seth closely. “You getting at somethin’, Rollins?”

Seth shifted his weight, leaning against the railing, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the bottle. “I’m just saying… what if there’s more out there? What if we’ve been playing small-time this whole time? I’ve been thinking—there’s bigger moves we could be making. Bigger than just… this.” He gestured out to the dirty water.

“Hold up,” Dean furrowed his brow, setting his bottle down on the dock. “Bigger moves? You’re not thinking of leaving, are you?” he asked, huffing a little when he got no answer in return. “What, this ain’t good enough for you?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Then what are you saying, Seth?”

For a moment, Seth’s eyes darted to the gun tucked under his jacket, hidden just beneath his shirt. He felt the cold weight of it pressing against his side, a reminder of what he had to do. The instructions had been clear. His price. 

To take out the Samoan enforcer—the man everyone saw as the real muscle behind their operation.

But it was Roman. Roman, the leader. Roman, the man he’d come to love like a brother. Betrayal isn’t easy when it’s personal. And for Seth, this was survival. A future to be secured. Yet it felt wrong, every part of it.

He swallowed hard, pushing down the doubt. “I’m saying,” he began, “We’ve been playing in Roman’s world. What if there’s a world bigger than that? More money, more power. We’ve been loyal to each other, but what if that loyalty isn’t enough anymore?”

Dean’s eyes darkened, and he straightened up, posture stiffening. “Loyalty is everything. Family is everything. You forget that?”

Roman’s instincts continued to scream at him as he glanced between the two. “Seth, if you got somethin’ to say, man, just say it.”

Seth’s hand ghosted over his waistband again. It would be so easy. Just one pull of the trigger, and Roman would cease to exist. It made him sick. But no amount of nausea and potential guilt could compare to the way it made his blood pump through his veins faster and faster.

“Listen, I’ve been talking to some people. Real people. The kind of people who don’t just sit around on the docks, bullshitting over a beer. The king of people who make… things… happen.”

Dean blinked, disbelief etched all over his previously jovial face. “What the hell are you talking about? You—what people?”

Roman took a step closer, his voice calm, but his body tensing for a fight. “Who have you been talking to, Seth?”

The silence hung heavy between them, and for a moment, Seth hesitated again. This was it—the moment where everything changed. He could hear the voices of the people who’d promised him the world if he just pulled the trigger. The gun was right there. 

And then Dean laughed, sharp and loud, cutting through Seth’s pull like a blade. “You’re full of shit, Rollins. You ain’t talking to nobody. You’re drunk, man.”

But Seth wasn’t drunk. He was focused, more than he had been in a long time. His eyes flicked to Roman again, and then, before he could think, before he could stop himself, his hand shot to his waist, pulling out the gun.

Dean stopped laughing.

Roman’s eyes widened. “Seth… what the hell are you doing?”

Seth’s hand shook, the barrel of the gun pointed directly at Roman’s chest. His heart was pounding in his ears, his vision narrowing. He couldn’t stop now. He was too far gone.

“I didn’t want to do this,” Seth grumbled thickly. “But you… you’re in the way. You’ve always been in the way.”

Dean’s reaction was instant. His body moved before his brain could catch up. He lunged at Seth, his fist connecting with his jaw as he pressed down on the trigger, the bullet shooting past Roman and hitting a stack of crates nearby.

The two crashed to the ground in a violent heap, the gun skittering across the dock. Dean was on top, throwing downward fists. Punch after punch, his face a mask of fury. “You treacherous son of a bitch!” he roared.

Roman stood frozen for a moment, watching the scene unfold. Seth… had just pulled a gun on him. His brother. His brother had just tried to kill him.

Seth struggled beneath Dean’s weight, blood pouring from his nose, but his hands fumbling for something—anything. His fingers found the edge of the dock, and with a desperate push, he rolled Dean off of him. Roman snapped into action, his massive frame moving quickly. 

He grabbed Seth by the collar, yanking him to his feet and slamming him against the railing. “What the fuck are you doing?!” he growled dangerously.

Seth’s eyes were wild, a mixture of fear and rage. “You don’t understand!”

“I trusted you! We trusted you!”

Dean was on his feet again, wiping blood from his split lip, his eyes burning with fury. “I’ll fucking kill him.”

Roman kept a strong grip on Seth, his knuckles white, but something behind his brother’s eyes stopped him from throwing the final punch. A desperation.

“Come on, man, don’t pretend like this is the endgame!” Seth pleaded, holding onto Roman’s wrist and attempting to pry himself free. “We’re small-time, Roman! Two years of scrapping, clawing, but there’s bigger things out there! Bigger than us, things that won’t hesitate to cut us down as soon as they have the chance, and I’m not passing up an offer to be a part of it!”

Roman shoved Seth harder against the railing, the metal creaking under the pressure. His dark eyes flared with indignation and disbelief, but there was a moment—just a flicker—of pity. Or, at least, that’s what Seth hoped it was.

“You think I’m scared of people comin’ for me?” Roman asked with a dangerously calm tone. “I’ve faced worse than anything you’ve been offered. You sold out, Seth. You sold out your brothers for a quick payday… And now you’re too chickenshit to admit it.”

Seth swallowed hard, his back bending painfully over the cold railing. “It ain’t like that, Roman,” he muttered. “I didn’t have a choice.”

Dean, pacing like a wild animal, finally had enough. Again. He burst forward, shoving Roman aside as he grabbed Seth by the throat. “I will fucking end you, you snake…” His voice was a snarl, his face twisted. Yanking him away from the railing, he slammed Seth into the wooden planks of the dock, the thud echoing around them.

“Ambrose,” Roman snapped, but Dean wasn’t listening. His fists were already flying, landing another round of blows on Seth’s face and chest.

Seth barely had time to block the attack, blood streaming from his nose, his vision blurring from each impact. “Stop! Dean, stop!” he sputtered, but his former brother was in full rage mode now, his emotions surpassing reason.

“Stop?” Dean bellowed, throwing another punch into Seth’s ribs. “You think you can pull a gun on us, try to fucking kill Roman, and then beg me to stop? You’re outta your mind.”

Roman stepped in, grabbing Dean by the shoulder and dragging him back. “Enough, Dean, that’s enough!” he commanded. And though Dean hesitated, his fists still clenched tightly, he took a step back, breathing heavily.

Coughing and gasping for breath, Seth lay on the ground, blood dripping from a busted nose and a split lip. His chest heaved as he struggled to sit up, his eyes wild. Dean spat on the ground beside Seth, his lip curling in disgust.

“You’re dead to me.”

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

The house felt eerily alive tonight.

Nate stood at the top of the grand staircase, looking down at the gathering below, her hands gripping onto the bannister until her knuckles turned white.

The men—Dimitri’s men—were scattered throughout the space, lounging in expensive chairs, cigars in their mouths, drinks in their hands, and women hanging off their arms. Smoke lifted and curled in the air, accentuating something darker—an unsettling energy that crawled beneath the surface of every conversation.

It had been a little over a week since Nate’s clandestine meeting with Becky, and just as long since she had seen Roman. Despite her attempts to focus on whatever mundane task her father asked her to carry out, or during a lighthearted conversation with Katya, her mind inevitably wandered back to him.

She didn’t want to leave his house that day—that, she’d come to accept, to admit. Why, however, was another beast she didn’t want to tackle. Roman lingered in her thoughts far too often. His intensity, his presence, everything about him felt like a backdrop to her entire life now. She cared. In a weird, twisted way, she cared about him. Hell, she even had a moment that morning where she found herself wondering if he’d gotten anywhere in his custody battle with his ex-wife. That was probably why she’d not heard from him. Not that she was missing his presence, no, nothing like that. She just… needed to feel… alive.

But there were bigger problems right now. Much bigger.

Dimitri had been acting strange. It wasn’t just his own obsession with Roman Reigns, though that in and of itself was enough to put Nate on edge. His single-minded focus on the man was growing more unsettling by the day. Roman had become a fixation for her father and his associates, more so than the shipment they had lost—military-grade weaponry that would have had most men burning cities to retrieve. But not Dimitri. He barely mentioned it anymore. Instead, Roman’s name slipped into every conversation, every plan. It was as if his hatred for the Samoan had surpassed business.

Tonight, there was a celebration. What was being celebrated, Nate didn’t exactly know yet. Laughter boomed through the hallways, the clinking of glasses echoing against the high ceilings.

Nate knew these men, and they weren’t just your average associates; they were criminals who thrived in an underworld built on power and fear—Dimitri’s underworld. She’d heard the stories of their brutality, their view of women as little more than decorations at best, playthings at worst.

Katya had been fortunate to escape the house for the evening, off working on some project with a friend from college. It had taken Nate the better part of a day to convince Dimitri to let her go, but now, as she watched the men filter in, she was relieved that her younger sister wasn’t around to witness this. Katya was too innocent for nights like these, and Nate had made sure to keep her that way for as long as possible.

But the eldest Volkov daughter didn’t have that luxury. As much as she wished to stay out of sight, she couldn’t. She knew better than anyone that Boris expected her to make an appearance. Her presence, however unwanted by her, was counted upon by Dimitri’s inner circle—an unspoken rule that wives, future and current, needed to be seen, if only to reinforce the power dynamics these men thrived on.

That’s why she had to choose her dress for the night wisely. It was a calculated choice that blended elegance with a level of intimidation, and she embraced the confidence boost it gave her as she descended the staircase, the light from the chandeliers reflecting off the material of the dress, and down onto the lavish room below, where Dimitri and his guests gathered in clusters. Voices low and conspiratorial. Their cackling occasionally rose above the murmurs, harsh and ugly.

Right in the centre of the room, Dimitri was flanked by Sergei and Ivan, while Boris hovered near the bar, already two drinks in. Alexei lurked on the periphery, making brief eye contact with Nate before looking away, his smile unsettling. Around them, the other men moved like predators, their conversations too low to hear, but gazes flicking in her direction.

She took a slow breath, forcing herself to walk calmly into the lion’s den.

Her heels clicked softly on the polished marble floor as she approached Dimitri’s circle. One of the men—Andrei, a particularly vile associate known for his “business” in human trafficking—turned toward her, his beady eyes flicking up and down her frame with undisguised interest.

“Well, if it isn’t Mitya’s printsessa,” he said with faux charm. “Come to grace us with your presence, kukla?”

Nate compelled a tight smile. “It’s my home, after all,” she replied smoothly, sidestepping the urge to punch him in the face. Yep, definitely a good thing that Katya isn’t here.

Dimitri barely acknowledged her, his focus still on the conversation at hand, but she caught the faintest nod of approval from him. It was enough to keep her in the room, but not enough to quell the unease twisting in her gut.

Boris approached, all glassy-eyed, to plant a firm, possessive grip on Nate’s arm. “Prikhodit’, Natalka,” he muttered, his breath pungent with fireball whiskey. “Don’t make me look bad in front of my friends.”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” she hummed back at him, neglecting to make eye contact.

“Natalka,” Dimitri called over, narrowing his eyes as if to remind her of her place. “We were just discussing Roman Reigns.”

Of course.

“I see,” she nodded slowly. “Anything new?”

Dimitri smiled, grinned, leered—whichever one encapsulates the cold calculation behind his eyes. “Let’s just say.. I’m working on a plan.” With that, the air around them thickened, the gathered bodies nearby hushed, eager to hear what their almighty had in mind. He took a long drag of his cigar, presiding over his court like a dark king with his eyes squinted.

Exhaling a cloud of smoke, his mouth turned up into a satisfied smirk that Nate knew so well, and at one point, found herself mirroring. “When I finally get my hands on that svoloch’, I’m going to make sure he begs… for death.”

Men leaned in, interests piqued as Nate felt a wave of nausea rise in her throat.

“He is a strong one, though,” Dimitri continued, taking on a disturbing, almost admiring tone. “It will not be easy. No… Reigns is the kind of muzhchina you have to break piece by piece. Medlenno. Crush the fingers, one by one. Make him watch as his hands are mangled, as he loses control. Then the knees. Take out the legs, leave him crippled so he can never stand above anyone again.”

Crippled… Nate stared at her father blankly, her conversation with Becky coming to mind. She said that her father had a stroke… but she never said that was what put him in a wheelchair.

A murmur of approval rippled through the room, but Nate’s stomach just proceeded to twist painfully. She kept her eyes trained on the floor, her breath shallow, fighting the onslaught of sickness that threatened to overwhelm her.

Dimitri wasn’t done. He grew more animated, more contorted with each word. “I’ll keep him alive, though. That’s the key, you understand… You cannot kill him too quickly. No, you have to let him feel it. Let him know that every second of his pain is my victory. I’ll slice his skin open, inch by inch, let him bleed slowly. Carve my name into his chest so he will never forget who brought him to his knees.”

The funny thing was, as Nate quickly realised, was that two months ago, she would be feeding off of this diabolical, vivid fantasy. Enabling Dimitri with her own dark thoughts, her own hunger for revenge, torture, and all things sadistic. Whilst that part of her was still very much there, they were no longer reserved for the likes of Roman Reigns. She’d much rather see Boris or Alexei in that position.

In fact, the mere thought of Roman in that state fucked with her head more than she thought it would. She didn’t want that to happen to him.

“And then,” Dimitri said in a chilling whisper, “When he’s nothing more than a broken shell, I’ll let him live. Barely. Let him crawl back to whatever’s left of his pathetic family, and they’ll see how weak their leader… really… is.”

The men around him guffawed, their laughter acrid and bleak, like a howling pack of wolves. Nate tightened her hold on her little clutch bag, nails digging uncomfortably into the soft material. She wanted to scream, to run, to do anything but stand here and listen to her father talk about torturing the man she was beginning to care for in such gruesome detail.

But she couldn’t. 

She glanced at the clock on the wall. 10:30. The night was far from over. If she was going to get through this, she needed to play the game, the one she’d been trained for all her life. Swallowing her pride and disgust, she straightened her posture, flipping a switch in her brain. The mask she’d worn for years settled into place, the one that made her as ruthless, as cold, as soullessly diplomatic as her father when necessary.

To survive in a room of predators, you must become one yourself.

With a sharp inhale, she pushed herself into motion, her voice cutting through the conversation with a sudden, commanding edge. “Well,” she said, forcing a cool smile onto her lips, “It sounds like quite the plan, Papa.” She strode toward the bar, lifting her chin. “But if you’re going to toast Roman Reigns’ eventual downfall, I think I deserve a drink.”

Several of the associates turned to look at her, their eyes crawling all over her body like insects on her skin. It truly didn’t bother her; she had dealt with it for years. Hell, she’d mastered it.

Dimitri raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised at her sudden shift in energy, but he didn’t object. If anything, he was probably praising the Lord that his daughter was back to ‘normal.’

“Of course, Natalka,” he confirmed. “Pomogite sebe.”

Nate reached for a bottle of vodka on the bar, pouring herself a drink with steady hands. She felt eyes on her as she did, hearing the muttering of low, suggestive comments. Their attention, gazes that lingered too long on the curve of her waist, down to her legs. No different than vultures circling prey.

“Posmotri na sebya, Natalka,” Andrei muttered, suddenly beside her in an instant. “You’ve grown up so much since I last saw you. Almost didn’t recognise you when you came in earlier.”

“Well, time does that,” she replied sweetly, with a false charm. Turning a little, she felt the weight of Andrei’s hand sliding around her waist as he leaned in closer. 

“Da, you are quite the woman now,” he added, his fingers grazing her lower back. “I bet Borislav cannot keep his hands off you.”

Great. Now she just wanted to full on vomit everywhere. 

With a coy smile, acutely aware of her father’s whereabouts and his unspoken demand for compliance in the presence of a man, she leaned into Andrei’s touch, her voice dropping to a teasing mumble. “Boris is lucky,” she glanced over her shoulder with a playful smirk. “But maybe he doesn’t know just how lucky.”

Andrei’s grin widened, his grip on her tightening. “Maybe you should remind him.”

“Maybe… “ She twisted out of his old just as easily as she had entered it, stepping away with a rehearsed elegance. “But that’s for me to decide, nyet?”

“Don’t be too hard on the girl, Andrei,” another associate, much older with thinning grey hair, laughed. Standing at 5ft 11, pushing 70-years-old, he too leered at Nate like she was a delicacy on a plate. “She’s just playing the part, after all.”

“I play the part well, don’t you think, Mr. Ovechkin?” She raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

Mr. Ovechkin raised his glass to her in a mock toast. “Better than most,” he chimed with innuendo.

It was startling, the ease in which she slipped perfectly into this cold detachment she’d learned so well from her father. Masking revulsion through every laugh, grin, snarl, lick of the lips from the men that surrounded her. 

Another sip of vodka, another chance to chase away the sick feeling in her chest with the burn. Catching Boris’ eye, he gave her a nod of approval, validation, dare she say satisfaction. He hadn’t noticed the way Andrei or Mr. Ovechkin touched her, though even if he did, he wouldn’t have cared much. As long as she played her role, Boris was satisfied.

“Natalka, dorogoy,” Dimitri called out. He was watching her again. “Come sit with us.”

“Of course, Papa,” she instantly obliged, walking over to the group with the grace and poise that had been drilled into her head since the age of 5.

As she sat on a cushioned chair arm of which Dimitri rested, one leg crossed over the other and her drink hanging delicately between her fingers, the mundane conversations around her were quick to blur out. It was nothing more than incoherent murmurs to Nate as her mind drifted elsewhere.

And, of course, that elsewhere always seemed to be Roman lately.

The image of him standing taller than most of these men, defiant, and oh-so-arrogant, flashed before her eyes. Their last parting left an impression on Nate; the unfamiliar warmth in his eyes as he gently mocked the very situation she found herself in now. How he seemed to just… understand that she was acting in almost every aspect of her life.

Every aspect apart from the one that involved him.

Not once in the entire time she’d been ‘working’ with Roman had she felt the need to be someone she wasn’t. Has she been stressed? Sure—Roman Reigns wasn’t exactly a zen figure. But did she ever find herself acting in a way that felt unnatural to her? Did she feel like one wrong word could end her life? Did she have Boris Sokolov breathing down her neck, telling her how good it’ll be to finally share a bed with her? 

Did she have her father burning holes through her skull every time she got up to go somewhere?

The answer was quite simple. But the simplest of answers seldom possess simple explanations.

And Nate couldn’t explain to herself why she missed being around Roman Reigns.

But she couldn’t lose herself thinking about that now. Not here, with Dimitri and his men discussing Roman’s downfall like it was already a done deal. She had to be smart, keep her wits about her, just fucking survive the night.

Survival seemed all the more difficult the more the night dragged on. She’d been careful, taking small sips of vodka to start off with, but now she was on her third—or was it fourth—glass, and the room had begun to take on a hazy quality. The edges of everything seemed softer, less sharp, and she could feel relaxation seep into her veins.

It wasn’t necessarily a good thing, being in a room full of men like that; it was dangerous to let her guard down completely. But right now, the apathy the alcohol induced was more than a welcome experience for her.

Nate found it easier to brush off the touches and ogles from her father’s associates, even as they grew bolder. Mr. Ovechkin had taken to resting his hand on her knee, his thumb rubbing small circles against her thigh. Another one—Nikolai—had given her hip a lingering squeeze when he passed by. It didn’t matter. None of it mattered right now.

“More, Natalka?” Andrei leaned in, refilling her glass without waiting for an answer.

Nate let him, sending him a half-smile as she raised the glass to her lips, the bitter bite not even registering anymore. It was like water, something to wash away the bile rising in her throat every time she caught her father opening his mouth about Roman again. Something about the removal of appendages this time… 

Heat spread through her chest as she downed the drink in one go, loosening her tongue. It was getting more difficult to keep up the act, harder to pretend she wasn’t sickened by everything going on around her. She felt bold, reckless even, and she couldn’t give less of a fuck.

“So,” she said, her voice louder than she intended as she leaned over her father’s chair, narrowing her eyes down at him. “What is this all about, anyway?” She gestured around the room, slurring slightly. “You’ve got all your dogs here, and it’s barely midnight. What’s the occasion?”

Dimitri turned his head in her direction, a small frown pulling at his mouth. He looked at her for a moment, measuring her, before inevitably taking on that slow smile. “Eto prazdnik, Natalka.”

Nate raised an eyebrow, twisting her face in slight confusion. “A celebration?” she repeated in English. “Of…?”

She hadn’t actually expected there to be any real reason behind this gathering—it was usually just an excuse for Dimitri to flaunt his power and talk about Roman. 

Dimitri took his time, letting the anticipation build. Swirling the liquid in his glass. Taking a sip. Eyes fixed back on his daughter. “Alexei and Katya,” he began, almost casually, as if he were discussing the weather, “Are to be married.”

She could’ve sworn she misheard him, the news not quite sinking in at first. The room erupted into congratulatory murmurs, glasses raised in toast. Nate, however, stiffed her posture, standing up straight and staring into the back of her father’s head.

“What?” She sat her glass down on a nearby table with a little too much force. “Katya and Alexei? Him?” she pointed over at the man in question. His smug smirk and discreet wink her way made her clench her teeth and jaw tighten in unprecedented rage. “Are you fucking kidding me?” She looked back down at Dimitri.

His smile only widened. “Of course I am not kidding with you, dorogoy…” he said calmly, shaking his head. “It’s already been arranged. You and Borislav in January—next month, might I remind everyone—and Katya will marry Alexei in February.”

“Oh, what a great 21st birthday present, eto smeshno…”

“It is not ridiculous, Natalka.”

“Katya doesn’t want to marry someone like Alexei, da–”

“This isn’t about what Katya wants,” he interrupted, tone dropping from mischievous to downright condescending. “It is about what is best for the family.”

The wave of anger that surged through Nate was hot. Fierce. She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms as she fought to maintain this facade of indifference, of obedience. “Best for the family?” she echoed through a scoff. “You think marrying her off to that—that racist piece of shit bigot—is what’s best for the family?”

“Not racist, Natalka,” Alexei piped up, “Just aware.”

“Oh, fuck you, tiny dick, y–”

“Natalka Irina Volkov!” Dimitri snapped, standing up from his seat. His expression darkened. The room grew tense. Associates shifted uncomfortably, sensing the undeniable shift in mood. “You are a drunk mess…” he leaned forward a little, dropping his voice as the shadows from his thick, bushy greying eyebrows coated his eyes. “Sledi za svoim tonom.”

Nate breathed out heavily through her nostrils, pressing her lips into a thin line as she briefly cast a glance around and swallowed harshly—almost as if she was swallowing the slew of insults and words of betrayal she could have easily unleashed.

“And what does Katya think about all this?” she asked, making sure her tone remained measured, that it complied with Dimitri’s request to watch it without sacrificing her agency. 

“Katerina knows her place… And she will do as she is told.”

There was a chilling finality in his eyes, he’d already decided Katya’s fate. No convincing him otherwise. In Dimitri’s mind, it may as well have already been done.

“Natalka,” Boris stepped forward. “Maybe you should calm d–”

“Vashego mneniya nikto ne sprashivayet, Borislav,” Nate spat sharply. 

“Oh, but I did ask for his opinion,” Dimitri corrected her. “Borislav agrees this is what’s best.”

“Of course he does…”

“Enough, doch’.”

Even though there was nothing else she could say, Nate just… couldn’t accept it.

She knew Katya, knew her sister’s spirit, her heart. And she knew that marrying Alexei would destroy her. She would cease to be a human being with a personality. Everything she loved would merely be trivial pursuits. The light behind those beautiful sky blue eyes would… vanish.

Nate’s heart sped up, her breath catching in her throat. There was nothing she could do. Not here, not tonight. Not in front of all these men who followed her father without question.

So, she forced herself to relax, as she always did, with a bitter laugh, throwing her hands up in mock surrender. “Of course, Papa,” she said. “If you say it’s best for the family, then who am I to argue?”

“Khoroshaya devochka,” he praised with a nod of his head. “I want to see more of that attitude from you, Natalka.”

“Da… excuse me,” she sent everyone a painfully fake smile before grabbing her drink and turning to head out of the room. She couldn’t stay there. Hell, she wasn’t even sure she could stay in the house, period.

Nate slipped out of the room, focusing on the clicking of her heels as she made her way to the dining room. The alcohol buzzed warmly throughout her body, dulling any edges of frustration but not enough to block out the dread sitting heavily in the centre of her chest. She found the dining room completely empty and, with a heavy sigh, slid into one of the high-backed chairs.

Katya and Alexei. Why the hell would he do that?

It made no sense. Dimitri’s decision wasn’t even about family ties or some sort of strategic advantage—it was a pure, unbridled act of cruel control. Alexei was dangerous, for sure, but he was also unhinged. Far worse that Boris could ever be. If Katya ended up married to the man, she’d be trapped in a life Nate had been working so hard to keep her away from. 

Alexei would eat her alive.

Nate pressed her palms against her eyes, trying to push the thoughts away—and potentially ruin her smokey dark makeup in the process—but they kept creeping back. She didn’t want to admit how powerless she felt. How useless. How did it come to this?

Her fingers fumbled with her clutch bag, and before she realised what she was doing, she had pulled out her phone. Without thinking, her thumb hovered over the keypad once she brought up the phone app, and in a blur of impulse, she typed in a number.

Roman’s number.

She stared at the screen, blinking as her razzled brain caught up to her actions. Why the hell am I doing that? But she didn’t erase it. A part of her just… wanted to hear his voice, even if just for a second.

This is a terrible idea.

And then, with a deep breath and a slight shrug to herself, she pressed call.

The dial tone rang in her ear, and she sat back, feeling that familiar mix of dread and anticipation build up. What would she even say? She didn’t want to talk about her family, and she certainly didn’t want to dump her problems on someone like Ro—

“Yeah?” came Roman’s deep voice, smooth as ever but still with his usual wariness.

Nate froze for a half a second. “Hey,” she blurted out, her words coming faster than she’d planned. Her voice was higher than normal, and her nerves were getting the best of her. Play it cool. Just… act normal.

“Uh… who is this?”

Oh. Shit. Nate mentally scolded herself. 

She’d rang him from her actual phone, instead of her burner phone. Which meant… she must have remembered his number off the top of her head…

“It’s uh… Nate.”

There was a pause on the other end. “Nate?” Roman sounded slightly confused, like he wasn’t expecting her to call, which—fair—he probably wasn’t. “You alright?”

She groaned audibly. “I’m so fine,” she replied, maybe a bit too quickly. “I just… I dunno… I didn’t want to be at home.”

Roman didn’t answer right away, and she briefly worried she’d crossed a line. Why did she call him again? It wasn’t like they were close, not like that. This was far from her smartest move.

“You sound drunk,” he finally said.

Nate laughed lightly, running a hand through her hair. “Maybe a little. But, like… not that drunk. Just enough to make bad decisions.”

She heard him sigh softly, and she could almost picture him rubbing the bridge of his nose, the he did when he was mildly exasperated. “And calling me was one of those?”

Despite her current state, she grinned, even as she leaned forward on the table with her head resting on her arms. “Yeah, probably,” she conceded. “But I’m too buzzed to regret it right now. Give it a day.”

There was another pause before Roman spoke again, this time with a more serious lilt to his tone. “Somethin’ happen?”

Nate bit the inside of her cheek. Do I tell him? It felt weird opening up to him about her family. He didn’t know Alexei, didn’t know the full extent of what her life was like behind the walls of the Volkov estate—other than a brief knowledge of Boris. Then again, he did tell me about his ex-wife and his daughter…

“It’s… complicated,” she muttered, shaking her head as she spoke. “Family shit, you know?”

“Family shit,” Roman repeated, sounding more like he understood than she expected. “What kinda family shit got you callin’ me, though?”

She let out a soft, frustrated laugh, drumming her fingers lightly on the table. “You wouldn’t get it. It’s nothing.”

Roman was quiet for a moment, but she could hear his steady breathing through the line. Then he spoke again. Low and calm.

“Try me.”

Usual caution dulled under the influence of the buzz in her head. “My dad’s… making moves. Plans that don’t sit right with me. My sister—he’s planning to marry her off. And I can’t do fuck all about it.”

Roman wasn’t exactly the kind of guy you just opened up to about personal problems, especially not when you were tipsy. But given his own lack of caution that night at his house, and given the fact he didn’t just tell her to fuck off when he realised who was calling him, it didn’t seem like such a risky move right now.

“You don’t wanna be there tonight.” It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t patronising. He wasn’t prying. Just… steady.

“No,” she replied quietly, fingers tightening around her phone. “I really don’t.”

“Then don’t.”

Nate blinked, sitting up a little straighter at Roman’s blazé matter-of-fact reply. “What?”

“You don’t wanna be there, you don’t stay,” he repeated. “I’ll come get you.”

Stupidly, she looked around her, half expecting someone to jump out and tell her she’d been punk’d or some shit. 

“Seriously?” she asked, half-laughing at the absurdity of it. “You’re gonna drive all the way over here to play chauffeur?”

He chuckled broadly, the sound rumbling against her ear. “If it gets you outta whatever shit you’re in right now, yeah. Besides, it ain’t like anyone else is comin’ for you.”

“Oh, nice,” she rolled her eyes. But he was right. As much as she loved Lana, some things could never come between her and her beauty sleep. Routine was so important to that girl, and Nate never understood it. 

Katya didn’t even know that she was getting married to Alexei, so she couldn’t invade her little sister’s time to be an actual young woman, doing something as normal as studying, to tell her it wouldn’t matter in the long run anyway.

Roman was her only option, as weird as that seemed.

“Okay,” she finally agreed. “Yeah… Okay.”

The strangest part was how… nonchalant Roman was about it. Like it was no big deal. “Text me the address.”

Nate exhaled slowly, something akin to relief washing over her. She still wasn’t entirely sure why she had called him, but now that he had offered to come and get her, the knot in her chest loosened just a little.

“Alright,” she said, pulling her phone away from her ear to type out the message. As she hit send, a thought popped into her head, and she couldn’t help the sneaky little smile that tugged at her lips. “You’re not doing this just to impress me, are you?”

Roman’s laugh was low and quiet, but it was genuine. She could tell. “You wish, Princess.”

Rolling her eyes, she bit back a laugh of her own. “Yeah, yeah… See you in a bit, Reigns.”

“Yeah. Sit tight.”

TRANSLATIONS: Sledi za svoim tonom - “Watch your tone.” Vashego mneniya nikto ne sprashivayet, Borislav - “Nobody asked for your opinion, Borislav.” Khoroshaya devochka - “Good girl.”

[brnest]

So I decided to post my thoughts from AO3 about JJK and how to correct the issues i saw in the next arc. Let me know what you all think.

rant:

I didnt like how gege built up the zenin clan only to throw them away as a plot device for maki's development. I thought the story would take a different turn when megumi was named heir but it felt rushed and extremely contrived, beginning immediately with the round table decision to KILL megumi. I cannot understand why anyone backed this decision. Why would a family that values power, tradition, prestige and inherited techniques so much not just have a duel to decide the leader?

1) It retcons everything we know about the Zenin including Toji's logic for giving megumi away. He knew if megumi had a good technique the family would invest in his development… turned out megumi didn't just have a "good" technique he had THE BEST technique! Toji' concern was never that theyd kill his som but that they'd turn megumi into a POS. Gojo explictly stated that hundreds of years ago a TS and 6E user killed each other in a mock-duel and the 2 families NEVER got over it. So the idea that the zenin would kill a TS user is completely out of the question. Even IF killing Megumi served Naoya, it didnt serve anyone else and goes against the zenins principles.

2)The TS literally puts the zenin on par (or higher) to satoru gojo in terms of strength. With gojo sealed The zenin clan would jet-propel to no1 in jujutsu society, which is what the family WANTS, power and prestige.

3) Megumi canonically had a lot of supporters, so this goes back to my first point that the blowback of killing him wouldve caused mass, internal strife.

4) Maki's massacre. (Ugh...)

So my headcannon is this:

Naoya gets told he isn't gonna be heir and calls the elders to the round table. Since a large portion of the family want megumi as head, naoya issues a challenge/duel on the condition that if naoya wins, megumi becomes an official zenin member but forfeits all rights to ever become clan head (doesnt matter if its on paper or binding vow, point is megumi won't be head). This would enable naoya to stay at the helm, while also boosting the zenins prestige because they'd have the TS under their control. Having a duel would also showcase naoya's talents so he doesnt come off a glass cannon like he did when maki flattens him later to show HER overwhelming strength. This plan makes infinitely more sense to me than what the manga did because it benefits EVERYBODY. Maki wants this. Naoya wants this. And so does the entire clan, because megumi will be a zenin regardless of who wins. It also put megumi in an active role, instead of passive one.

With this simple change, we can explore the characters introduced in the hei unit, tojis backstory/life, mai and makis sisterly bond, megumis leadership acumen, And ofc this would be the perfect time for naoya to reveal the truth about toji: That Satoru gojo is the one who killed him and thats why megumj and tsumiki were alone (in an attempt to turn megumi against satoru).

This change also benefits Maki's character too because after megumi loses, she tells him not to worry because he has enough supporters to drive a split in the clan, so while he can't be head of the zenin he can be head of his OWN faction. (remember this was makis ultimate goal, to have a safe space for mai, thats why she wanted megumi as head in the first place) now I'm skipping details, but ogi catches wind of maki's coup to start a civil war within the clan and throws her in the pits for it (a MUCH better reason to kill her than taking curse tools. I mean maki has been taking curse tools for years and nobody cared!) She becomes toji 2.0 and the story continues along the lines of the canon. Maki still gets her power boost and her revenge on NAOYA's supporters instead of the entire clan so she doesnt come off as a psychopath, and megumi learns the truth. There is even room for potential redemption for naoya should megumi prevent Maki from killing him which eliminates the need for curse naoya (a colossal waste of time)

What do you all think?

[theerurishipper]

Marinette a cruel person tbh. Even a psychopath or hell maybe im raising the bar a little too high but a stranger would be able comfort ChatNoir seeing his situation. The New York special and him spiraling made me despise her because someone fucking died to make this partnership work.... this isn't even inconsistent characterization from past seasons this is very consistent she's always been like this. Girl ain't willing to even see what underneath the mask eh? or believe he has other things to do besides fucking risking his life as a teenager im surprised their dynamic lasted as long as they did because she comes off very cold when it comes to her partner compared to Alya. Why she like that hell if I know had it been me i'd cuss her out or at least tell her off. How the hell you don't comfort a human being when they show their insecurities I don't know especially someone you've worked along with that saves paris numerous times.

I gotta ask if Chat Noir was more vocal and angry and actually lost it on her would it finally stick it in her damn head that he isn't someone who pops into existence defeating akumas but a very real boy underneath? You know I have know fucking clue personally what is so hard for her about that being a respectful partner and understanding that Chat is human. I remembered in origins he took more of a leading approach I think sorry my memory is dogcrap these days and yet he encouraged her and gave her confidence what so hard returning the favor back?

I mean, comparing her to Chloe? That's like choosing between a rock and a hard place. Chloe's got that villainess aura, sure, but at least she's upfront about it what expectation is there to be had for a cannon fodder villain like Chloe with a creator who hater her to the point even in-universe she still the story punching bag . Now Marinette, oh please, she's got this pristine "heroine white lotus" thing going on. It's like she can do no wrong, and the world just eats it up.

And don't get me started on Ephemeral. Talk about a masterclass in betrayal! She pulls a stunt that would make Judas proud, corrupts herself with power, and what? No consequences, no rules, just a free pass to wreak havoc. Must be nice living in Marinette's world where the rules only apply to us mere mortals.

And let's not forget her emotional boy toys, Luka and Adrien, just waiting there like loyal lapdogs, ready to clean up the mess she leaves behind. It's the Marinette show, and everyone else is just playing supporting roles in her drama.

But hey, who needs nuance when you've got that heroine Marinette halo shining so bright? It's the perfect excuse for her to mess up royally, and everyone will still be there, cheering her on with no accountability taken . The world's her playground, and we're just living in it.

I'm sorry for ranting it's just im done with her sorry if I made it negative for you.

Calling her a psychopath is too harsh ngl. I disagree with you on that. I don't think we should be throwing around words like that lightly.

But I do agree with your overall point. Very harsh, but pretty close to the mark. I also personally wouldn't compare her to Chloe, but then again, that all went out of the window after the Season 5 finale. I wouldn't call her cruel or evil, but she does benefit from the protagonist centered morality the show adopted in Season 4. Chat Noir shouldn't expect anything from her, and he should apologize for her mistakes because she can do no wrong. It sucks.

Thank you for your ask!

[mastermindmiko]

Rainy dancing

pairing: Percy Weasley + gn!reader

Word count: 1338

summary: dancing with Percy in the rain and relationship head cannons 

Trigger warnings: sexual innuendos and being horny? 

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Requests are open

Percy is a study addict, and measures his self worth by his grades. So he’s pretty busy, and being the Head Boy comes with it’s privileges; which he definitely abuses when it comes to you. 

All the Weasley kids are always horny, but the most horny out of all of them are Fred, Bill and Percy. 

First of all he has his own room being head boy, so you know what that means ;) 

It means you guys cuddle A LOT together EVERY NIGHT. 

Secondly, you guys go to the prefect's bathroom and shower together all the time as well. 

Thirdly, at the beginning of the year Percy has to go to the Prefects carriage; but after an entire summer of not seeing you and only owling you, you can definitely be sure that some things are rushed during the meeting. 

After the meetings finish, he waits in the carriage while you come to greet him, and it’s a very um 'heart warming and cute’ welcome every time. When someone asks him why he’s waiting in the carriage he just uses some excuse like “I’m just tying my shoelaces, It’s really hard and sometimes takes a lot of time.” 

If by 5 minutes you don’t come to see him, he will come find you with your friends in your carriage and will motion for you to come see him; and you’ll give your friends the excuse of “I need to go change into my school uniform.” Even though when you both get together in the train’s bathroom it involves a lot more undressing than dressing, some first years were traumatized by the sounds that came out of the toilet. 

Despite all the hornyness that is in his body, he’s actually really cute. Like George, he really likes dancing; he likes to dance with you in the library or in his dorm or in the rain. He won’t tell you that, but he really likes dancing with you. 

***

“Come on, percy.” you yelled, as she stepped out into the rain; out in the Hogwarts’ courtyard. Percy was already on edge because it was past curfew and he was supposed to be doing his rounds. 

He had suggested spending time with you, and by that he meant for you to walk with him while he does his rounds. You, however, noticed that it was raining and realised that you wanted to go into the rain.

“In the rain?! No!” Percy yelled as he looked at you as if you were a psychopath. 

“Come on!” you yelled once again, as you walked to him from the rain; already soaking wet from it. 

“No! I’ll get cold and sick and I'll fail.” Percy folded his arms, as he looked away from you. He -as always- studied really hard, and there were tests in 2 days. 

“Just for a little bit.” you said as you stood in front of him and grabbed his chin. You made him look at you as you made a pouty face, trying to convince him.

“Fine, but if I get sick, I will hex you.” He agreed after letting out multiple huffing sounds and a lot of contemplation. 

You grabbed his hands and led him outside in the rain, he cringed a bit from the cold rain as he started getting wet in the rain. You both stayed there for a while, as you tilted your head to the sky happily; feeling a sense of comfort from the calming atmosphere.

“See, this isn’t so bad.” You said as you looked again to Percy, who now had his arms around himself and completely over exaggerating. 

“It’s freezing.” He said, trying to look much more pained by the rain than he actually is. 

“Close your eyes.” You said to him in a soft voice. 

“What?” He said looking at you distrustfully, he has been pranked way too many times to feel calm when someone tells him to close his eyes. 

“Trust me. Close your eyes, look up. Focus on that. Focus on the rain drops on your face and me. Don’t think of anything else. Just the rain, you, me, now.” You said as you softly grabbed his hands. He had been stressed with the tests that were coming extremely soon, and you wanted to help him with that; but he couldn’t afford a lost minute of studying so you couldn’t. When he said that he missed you -which he looked extremely nervous while stating- and wanted to spend time with you, you were flattered and decided to take this to your advantage.

When he did, you could see his face tense for a little bit from the water pressure but he then relaxed. His shoulders were still tense so you walked around him, letting go of his hands and placed your hands on his shoulders. 

When you started to massage his shoulders, he was much calmer and then you stood on your tiptoes and said “See it’s relaxing.” 

You both stood there for a while until you decided to do something and then you held your hand out to him when he opened his eyes and you said “Dance with me.” 

You got your second ‘you’re a psychopath’ look of the night as soon as you finished your sentence. He replied with his arms folded “No, why would we do that?”

“It’s fun.” You replied shortly while shrugging your shoulders. 

“It’s reckless.” 

“Exactly, fun.”

“There’s no music.” He said as he tried to convince you not to dance.

“We don’t need music.” At your statement he gave up on trying to convince you not to dance and he held his hand out to you. You gave him a bright smile as you took his hand and it gave him major butterflies.

After a while you both were dancing in the rain, while your arms were around his neck and your head on his chest; and he held his hands around your waist. The only sounds that you heard were the sounds of your shoes against the cold floor, your breathing and Percy’s heartbeat. 

“I still don’t like this.” He said after a long enough time for you to be sure that he was enjoying this just as much as you are and maybe even more. 

You let out a melodic hum, indicating that you ‘totally’ believed him and continued to dance with him.

“Are you better now?” You said when you started to actually feel cold from the rain, your head was away from his chest and tilted up to look at him. 

He looked at you for a while seemingly lost in both thought and in your eyes; then he said in an almost lost voice “Yeah.”

A bright smile was placed on your face and then you started to say “I told you so-”

He cuts you off by placing his lips on yours and cupping your face with his hands, and that’s why Percy loves dancing with you especially in the rain; because you had your first kiss with him like that.

[vulptalia]

Hot take

If you're going to make headcanons at least make them a LITTLE bit sense. Like, for example, "Austria abused Hungary!!" That woman can literally break him like a TWIG and she knows that very well. If you're going to do a VERY serious headcanon (EX. Chronic illness, ED, etc etc) at least do some research, especially if you don't have any of those things, I cannot stress this enough. I'm not asking you to be extremely accurate, I'm just asking that you at least look into the subject because real people suffer through that kind of stuff and it seems dehumanizing to use their condition to make England into an insane psychopath with schizophrenia or Russia an unemotional monster with bipolar disorder.

Right...where to begin.

First of all I feel as if you contradict yourself in this message with preaching about being well researched but then implying that just because a female character is "strong" doesn't mean she couldn't be abused.

I think fandom spaces are a place for reflection and expression, and lots of people in the Hetalia space in particular are young and learning as they go. I agree that heavy-topic head cannons should be researched and developed with real-life circumstances in mind, but also I believe head cannons often open the door to invite research on that specific topic. The head-cannons you mentioned specifically in this ask feel like relics of the 2012 Hetalia fandom (i.e. "psycho" Arthur, extreme bipolar Ivan) these HCs are very 2-dimensional and somewhat insulting but they're also reflective of that era of the fandom. I seriously doubt the modern fandom is perpetuating these HCs without heavily modifying/"fixing" them.

But quite frankly if you want to be strict about it then ALL of Hetalia is dealing with a "VERY serious" cannon. This is the literal personification of people's history over hundreds of thousands of years. That in itself should be handled delicately, but, it often is not and that's alright because for Christ's sake look at the source material these characters come from!!! We're talking about Hetalia here! This is the anime that woobified the second fucking world war (talk abt a sensitive topic!!).

I truly don't think there is extreme harm in taboo head-cannons, and if you think someone is depicting something in bad faith then message them directly!

[dzthenerd490]

Tales: Rebirth meets Crack

The Prophet of Rebirth was meditating within his containment cell, he didn't really have much else better to do. Even if he tried using his blood to make enchanted scriptures the Foundation would just rush in and scrub it all away. He was in no rush to do so anyways, like all godly things his freedom had died by the hands of the Foundation but would soon be reborn, stronger than before. This Foundation was just another catalyst to his ascension as the holy general of the final war. 

"Oooh! Final war? What's that?" Rebirth opened his eyes only to see a strange girl in a short skirt maid costume but having a nun's coif on her head. Her eyes were pitch black and leaking this rainbow-like color that dropped from her eyes like different colored tears. Around her neck was a necklace with the upside-down symbol of peace though in this it was probably the symbol of YR. She smiled at Rebirth, making more of her rainbow-like tears fall from her eyes, which only made Rebirth raise an eyebrow at her. She then bowed to him like a maid normally would to their master.

"Greetings, I am the Holy Maid-en. Hehehe! Get it? Maid-en?"

"... Amusing. Mind telling me who you are and why you're here?"

"I am here on behalf of Zealots of Crack. Surely you've heard of us." Rebirth glared at her, he knew about them alright, and he sure didn't like them. 

"Yeah, I know you; those loose cannons that make even those Are We Cool Yet? brats scratch their heads at how insane you are. Not to mention your work is a massive insult on everything those of us that belong to actual religions stand up for."

"Your religion doesn't stand for anything; you worship no god." Rebirth stood up though he did so with grace and was actually taller than the Holy Maid-en. 

"My religion stands for the only thing that actually matters, humanity is considered a mistake by the worst gods and tools by the best. There is no happy ending for humanity despite us evolving beyond the gods. I understand our birthright as a species, my work is to simply extend the deal."

"Hm... sounds like fun, wanna tell me more when I get you outta here?" The Holy Maid-en extended her hand to Rebirth but he continued to look at her with disappointment. 

"What makes you think I'd want to go with you?"

"Because you want to escape?"

"Oh, I do, but I'm in no rush too. I'd rather go when the time is right which it currently isn't. Besides you are not one of my children, why would you want to help me unless you desire something in return?"

"Hehehe true, these SCParty poopers have lots of cool shit, even stuff your religion makes but why waste my time with that stuff when I can get one of the bigshots that made that stuff?"

"... Frankly I'm glad you didn't touch my artifacts and gifts nor the gifts of my children. But that doesn't mean I will extend that gratitude to any request you have towards me. Go back to your little group of psychopaths empty handed, because I won't be going with you." 

"Hehehe. I was kinda hoping you'd say that." The Holy Maid-en then grabbed the shoulders of Rebirth but he blew on her to get his hypnotic pheromones on her. She froze up making Rebirth thinking it worked, only for her to smile in a sadistically long grin. 

"Oooh! Hypnotize me harder daddy!" Rebirth glared at her in disgust and quickly punched her in the face. The punch did hit her hand and made her fall, but she suddenly disappeared only to suddenly grab him from behind and quickly pinned him down. 

"Sorry but I prefer foreplay on the bed!"

"I prefer foreplay with my mate! Who is much more attractive than you!" Suddenly Rebirth's body twisted, and he grabbed the Holy Maid-en's head trying to snap her neck. She teleported off of him trying to kick his head, but he grabbed her leg in anticipation and pushed her back while hurting her leg. She was stunned by the attack, allowing Rebirth to get up and rip off his shirt to show off the engraved ever shifting symbols on his flesh. The Holy Maid-en managed to collect herself and once she saw all the engraving on Rebirth, she licked her lips as if hungry and charged toward him. However, she barely got close before he slapped her across the face hard enough to bust through the door to his containment room. She flew out and landed hard on the door which slipped across the hall. emergency containment breach alarms went off, but neither of them cared.

The Holy Maid-en smiled sadistically while Rebirth continued to frown at her with disappointment. Rebirth looked around the halls and used his 12 other senses to see if there were any cameras or any other recording devices within the hallway. Once he was sure the Foundation had no eyes or ears on him, he stretched his arm out and grabbed the Holy Maid-en by the neck and raised her up. The truth was that he didn't need his Mask to manipulate his body, it's just without the mask he couldn't unleash his power to its full potential or do so very well. None of that was to say that he was useless, far from it, he earned his position as Prophet of Rebirth and leader of the Scriptures after all. 

However, despite being choked the Holy Maid-en was not scared or had panicked at all, instead she smiled as her colorful tears started flooding out of her eyes like small waterfalls. The rainbow-like water started moving like slimy living water, falling off of her and onto Rebirth's arm. It wrapped around his arm and quickly started spreading to cover as much of him as possible, which actually scared him a little. He quickly turned his other arm into an iron blade and sliced off the arm before the colorful liquid could cover his entire body.

The colorful water covered what was left of his arm as he grew a new one. Suddenly the arm started twitching around and seemingly changing. The end result was a large colorful serpent-like monster that coiled up and raised its head, hissing at him like an anaconda. 

"Oooh! I wasn't expecting that but I'm still taking it! Man, nothing like a little chaos to make the most Awesome and random shit!" The Holy Maid-en then looked behind her to see three Foundation guards behind her. Rebirth noticed there were four guards behind him as well, he quickly shifted his arms back to normal though he had a feeling it wouldn't matter in a few seconds. 

"Freeze! Put your hands up!"

"Comply or you will be shot!"

"... Hey, I have a question? Why do so many religions have snakes as a symbol but never an actual deity." Suddenly the rainbow snake started flashing in colors and phased through the walls of the hallway. 

"What the hell?! Where did that go-" Suddenly the same snake appeared but as more translucent with its colorful and slimy body being barely visible. It quickly started phasing through the security units biting their necks as it passed by. 

"Holy shit! Open fir-"

"Maybe we've taken snakes for granted, maybe they're the ones that need our real prayers, maybe it's not gods that need our faith but all the snakes of the world." Soon the four security guards behind rebirth were hit with the same attack. All the guards were now dead leaving Rebirth and the Holy Maid-en alone again. The rainbow snake phased from the walls again and turned back to its normal opaque, while wrapping itself around the Holy Maid-en's neck like a scarf. 

"But maybe that's just me losing my goddamn mind, after all, I'm just a Zealot on Crack!"

"You really don't miss an opportunity, do you?"

"A true artist never ceases to advertise what they offer."

"Yet you haven't really offered me anything."

"No, but that's mainly because you can offer me everything!" The Holy Maid-en charged at Rebirth and like a scarf threw the rainbow snake at him making it shoot forward and try to bite him. Rebirth dodged but his expression didn't change as he stretched out his arms behind him to grab the rifles from the dead security units. He fused them with his flesh turning his arms into mutant cyborg-like guns armed with bullets made from his flesh but much stronger than any bullet in existence. He started firing which quickly tore up the rainbow snake, of course the snake could have phased through the bullets but not his. Rebirth's bullets were infused with his own thaumaturgy created from ancient mekhanite and sarkite rituals allowing the bullets to hit any living organism regardless of what physical state or dimension they were in. 

"Wah?! No fair! I just got that thing today! No fair! No fair!" Holy Maid-en shook her fists like a brat not getting candy from their parents. Rebirth took the opportunity and shifted his left arm into a giant metal claw with the parts of the guns in his arms. He bashed the wall of the hallway aiming for the Holy Maid-en. She did a perfect split allowing her to flatten her body to the ground She crawled forward while laying down as low as she could yet moving extremely fast. She grabbed him and they both teleported into one of the offices of a researcher leaving her screaming in confusion. Rebirth pushed the Holy Maid-en off of her and swung his leg to kick her in the stomach. The kick landed hard but the Holy Maid-en grabbed his leg and soon they teleported to the cafeteria of the Site. 

With the alarm for containment breach still not off the cafeteria was filled with nothing but security units on standby. Though among them were also units of the elite Mobile Task Force Epsilon-11 "Nine-Tailed Fox". Rebirth quickly shifted his arms back to normal before anyone could see them and backed off to leave the Holy Maid-en surrounded.

"I'm more than happy to be escorted back to my cell! But before that I think this little troublemaker should be dealt with first."

"Hahaha! Catch me if you can SCP Flops!" While the two were talking an Epsilon-11 unit pulled out a cybernetic looking pistol with dim red lights glowing out of it, showing off its cyberpunk aesthetic. He fired a dart out of the pistol hitting her on the back, the dark quickly pierced her skin and started glowing red. It was a reality anchor dart, or an RA dart; only ever used when fighting against reality benders to keep them from using their powers, thus making them easier to contain. 

"Aurgh! Are you serious?!"

"Stand down now!"

"Get your hands up and get on your knees!"

"Do it now fucker!"

"Oooh! Kinky! But as much as I'd love to stay. I don't really think I'm on the same wavelength as your jarheads." Suddenly her skin started getting wrinkly and seemingly saggy. It was quickly revealed that this was the result of her shedding her skin off leaving nothing but her muscles. 

"At least until I get thicker skin! GET IT? HAHAHAHAHA!" In the middle of their shock, she simply disappeared. Several security units walked up to where she last was including the Epsilon-11 unit that shot her. He picked up the skin causing a security unit to gag, he then grabbed the part of her skin that had the RA dart and pulled it off, badly tearing her skin. 

"We're going to need to update these to make them stab the target deeper than just the skin."

"I'll bring it up with doctors at the DTASMW later, for now let's get SCP-ABX back into its containment cell before he starts using his anomalous abilities on us." the Security and Epsilon-11 units raised their rifles at Rebirth, he simply smiled and raised his arms calmly. 

"Be at ease, I learned my mistake from last time, I have no intention of causing you any further trouble." One of the Epsilon-11 units got behind him and slapped him on the back, Rebirth grunted in pain as he felt a stab on his back. He looked as far as he could and saw the red glowing of the RA dart, it had been stabbed on his back. Rebirth looked at the Epsilon-11 unit who shrugged at him. 

"Better safe than sorry. No use in complaining, just move it." Rebirth sighed and followed the Epsilon-11 and security units as they escorted him back to his containment cell. He made sure to absorb all the information he could about them, the weapons they were holding, and all the hallways they passed. But even as he was learning all of this, he knew that it still wasn't enough, it wasn't anywhere near the time for freedom, more time was needed.

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SCP: HMF Tales Hub

[softcallofdutyimagines]

More Vampire!Makarov content? Pwease? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻💖

Y E S YOU CAN !!! I love my vampy boys, I just never have an excuse to make content I feel like 😪 I didn’t quite know what to make, so here’s some head cannon/info dump and a sketchy, reference thing under the cut lol. Thank you 🥺💖💖

So I basically just take all of my vampire lore from Buffy-verse vampires tbh, so if you know what that is, cool, and if not I’ll talk about the important parts.

Ok, so there’s kind of two parts to a vampire: the deceased body of a human host, and the actual vampire demon that possesses the body

Now, vampire demons in their raw form are essentially just mindless killing machines, it’s only the memories and mannerisms of the deceased human host that create a creature with personality and direction

So all this to say, I feel like a vampire makarov would be and absolute killing terror

Sure he may not be getting paid to kill anymore, but now he has a legit need to kill in order to sustain himself

I mean, when you get down to it, a vampire is basically a psychopath (a person who literally doesn’t feel empathy and acts off of calculated, predatory/manipulative behavior) with superpowers and violent urges, and if “psychotic with violent urges” isn’t just what in game makarov is, then idk what to believe anymore

Like I said before, once the human has been resurrected as a vampire, they do remember parts of who they were and are thus capable of feeling certain emotions or connections to others

For example, a risen vampire may feel empathy towards a parent or loved one and chose to not harm them, despite knowing intimate details such as where they live

However, given the feral state of the vampire demon, they are pretty strictly unable to feel or reciprocate real, actual love

The closest they can come to it is a kind of stalker like obsession, where they kind of just want you for themselves and only themselves

If you were somehow able to get emotionally close to vamp makarov without getting killed, he’d be super protective of you, like mega ultra lmao

He 1000% lurks outside your house at night and follows you around if you leave

Surely there are other vampires and such around, so he does all this particularly out of a desire to protect you, rather then just obsessively wanting to be near you

A vampire can only enter a private dwelling if the occupant invites them in, so it’s up to you if you want to give him free access to your house or not

If you do decide to do this, he’d be about as close to pure joy as a vampire can be

After all, now he can just stay inside your house during the day instead of hiding in the sewers or whatever 👌🏻👌🏻

I don’t think vampire makarov would have any issues resisting the temptation to bite you tbh

He may have been a killer, but he had a looooot of control over himself, so you’re lucky there I suppose

Although, that brings me to the other point:

It’s a pretty big deal in Buffy-verse that vampires act the way they do bc they lack a human soul and the morality that comes with it

I’m not sure if it would actually do much, but I’m just imagining makarov going through the grueling process of trying to get his soul back so he can feel real love for you, instead of having all these urges to hurt you and others all the time

Maybe he gets a pure version of his soul back, one from when he was more innocent

It hurts so bad, hurts beyond words, when the weight of all the terrible things he’s done, but before and after his vampirism, hit him

You’d probably be quite stunned to have him come back to like that, half numb and riddled and crushed with guilt

But he did it aaaaall for you…

Bc as Spike once said:

[rubik-ashala]

Valenwind but the Demons are Symbiotes.

This is my most recent head cannon of the valenwind ship. I had this idea after watching and getting into the venom fandom for a while and this idea came to me. Instead of the demons just being monsters determined to destroy Vincent or being representatives of different parts of his psyche, I decided to make them a race of beings of their own. That come in two types and come from the life stream.

Symbiotes, once they leave the life stream, need to either have a host to survive, or have been around long enough and become strong enough that they can form their own body. 

Parasites are symbiotes that became predatory either to other symbiotes or to the hosts they inhabit and only consume them when they bond. 

A symbiote can be both or go from one to the other and back if they choose too.

Chaos or Cass as he is called in my potential fic is the oldest and one of the strongest of the symbiotes in existence. He met Vincent when Vincent was a child and saved him from getting lost in the woods. In return, Vincent and his family gave him the resources to form a body and became Vincent's de-facto adopted brother and was with Vincent for most of his life. Until Hojo came in.

When Hojo came in he not only took Vincent but found Chaos as well and through much pain and trauma put Chaos into Vincent, bonding them together. But when he also tried to put Death Gigas and Hellmasker in, Chaos had to use nearly all of his strength to subdue them so they didn't kill Vincent and ended up giving birth to Galien Beast to protect Vincent while he went dormant to recover.

When the group first meets Galien, it’s when they meet the Materia Keeper in the mountains and she rips it a new one after it nearly kills the party. Unfortunately because of the fear the group shows off it makes Galien back away and act aggressively and they deem her dangerous.

When they meet Cid, he finds offense that nobody seems to introduce Vincent to him and takes it upon himself to Introduce himself to the man. Not scared of the man at all. A fact that interests Vincent since the rest of the group seems to be at the least wary of him.

When Galian comes out again, she backs up into a corner after killing the monsters and exhibits the same aggressive behavior from before. Cid see’s this and is the first to notice that she is just scared and yells at the rest of the group, “Put your fucking weapons away! It’s just scared and your making it Fucking worse!”

Cid, in a country boy fashion that includes several pieces of jerky, is able to gently calm her down and win her over. Proving to the group that she means no harm and is actually the sweetest werewolf creature on the planet.

Vincent is incredibly thankful and amazed and begins to trust the gruff pilot because of this.

When Death Gigas comes out, Cid reacts similarly as before but quickly realizes that Death Gigas is more like an angry child that is constantly overwhelmed by everything. Leaning more towards him being on the autistic spectrum in terms of mannerisms. Needs more research though. He is much harder to win over but eventually this one eventually at least lets Cid near him and later the rest of the group.

After this though Vincent starts feeling Hellmasker begin to stir and issues a warning to not just Cid but the group. He also fully explains the remaining two symbiotes to Cid, knowing what may be to come. It is the first time Cid has seen Vincent truly afraid of something.

Hellmasker, unlike the two they had met, is a manipulative psychopath and a parasite. He loves to destroy any hosts they are apart of by destroying thier lives first. Vincent knows that, as soon as he is able to take over, the group and most importantly Cid, would be in great danger.

And unfortunately, the only one strong enough to stop him was Chaos who was still laying dormant.

And just as expected, Hell masker starts to manipulate and pick at Vincent's mind as soon as he realized he is awake. He whispers into Vincent’s head about all the things wrong he has done, starts forcibly taking over to mess with the rest of the group, and then starts going after Cid once he figures out that Vincent had started to grow feelings for him. 

However, during one of the conversations he has with Hell masker, he realizes that, for some strange reason, Hell masker only has knowledge of his memory form before he was locked away. Hell masker could still access Vincent's thoughts as he thought them but any attempt to search his memory from after that point Hell masker couldn’t get.

(Something about how traumatic the force bonding was when Hell masker was put in made it unable to completely connect to Vincent's mind. Still working on it.)

Once this is revealed Hell masker turns instead to Galian and Death gigas, attacking one and manipulating the other. In hopes he can become the only one left and take over Vincent completely in order to consume him.

After a time Vincent is rendered incapacitated by the fighting inside of his own body and the sounds of Galian and Death gigas trying to fight off the much stronger Hell masker. 

The group watch the fight, much like Venom and Riot at the end of the movie, but sourcing form Vincent's open mouth. AS they watch Death gigas get consumed and Hell masker going after Galian they hear something seemingly bust open inside of Vincent.

(Think Vincent on his knees, head thrown back, mouth open, but from out of his mouth is a large gooey mass with multiple colors fighting each other floating above him.)

And another symbiote enters the fight. Right before the new symbiote starts ripping the other apart and consuming it, they hear “NO! How are you out?” “You attacked what is mine. I woke up.”

After the last two symbiotes sink back into Vincent he collapses and is rendered unconscious. However after a few moments, Vincent groans a bit, but a different voice comes out and instead of red eyes , the eyes are molten gold.

When Cid asks, “Vin, is that you?”

He hears, “Vincent Valentine isn’t available right now, please leave a message after the beep. BEEEEP.”

Chaos is proven to be a wise ass who swears at about the same rate as Cid does but talks more freely than Vincent about anything and everything. Not too mention how brutally honest he can be. It ruffles some feathers.

Especially when Cass takes over to give a few members of the group a few hard truths.

But Cid and Cass get along fabulously.

Chaos is also the hardest shipper of Cid and Vin and is the best friend rooting the two of them on.

[kayokos-villain-imagines]

// Summary: Our two favorite psychopaths get locked in a room together and learn to work around their differences. Warning for major OOC-ness. //

“This is all your fault.”

“My fault? You were the one who went poking around rooms at my base, Shigaraki.”

“You shut the door.”

“I didn’t know it would lock! Besides,I didn’t expect you to go running off like a child playing hide-and-go-seek.”

Shigaraki huffed at the comparison. “Why do you need a quirk-proof room, anyways?” “I don’t. This was where Pops held most of his meetings. He didn’t like the idea of quirks getting involved in business discussions.”

“What was the old man’s quirk, anyways?”

Overhaul looked at him with narrow eyes. “None of your business.”

Shigaraki changed the subject. “When’s that cannon fodder of yours going to show up and let us out of this Hell?”

“If you mean Chronostasis, I suspect he’s already noticed my absence. He should find us shortly.”

“This place is big…” Shigaraki trailed off, and Overhaul bristled slightly at the implication that his second in command wouldn’t discover them soon.

“Compared to your base, a broom closet would be big.”

Shigaraki was silent for a moment. “Why do you think you’re better than me?”

“Simple. I have a plan for what I want to achieve, a system. I don’t just stumble around blindly and rely on my master to save me when I fail.”

“That’s it.” Shigaraki gritted his teeth and lunged forwards, catching Overhaul by the shoulder.

Overhaul swatted his hand away, fuming. “If we could use our quirks, we wouldn’t still be in here. Besides, if you did somehow kill me, I don’t think whoever finds us would see you kindly to the exit.”

Shigaraki made a noise that sounded vaguely like a growl, and stepped away from him.

Neither of them spoke for what felt like hours until Overhaul sighed and took a seat at the table. “We might as well discuss the alliance while we’re stuck here.” He gestured towards the seat across from him and continued talking when Shigaraki made no move to sit down. “I don’t want to spend more time with you than I have to, so let’s just get this over with now.” 

“Fine.” Shigraki begrudgingly took the seat across from Overhaul.

“As I mentioned last time we met, I’d like to keep a few of your… associates… with me.”

“So you can be in control.” Shigaraki added.

Overhaul frowned behind his mask. “You care about them too much. It’ll be your downfall if you’re not careful.”

“I prefer to surround myself with people I can trust to do more than blindly follow me around.” Not that Shigaraki would ever purposefully express his trust to them.

“I’d rather not get too attached to my precepts. They know that they’re expendable and can easily be replaced.” 

“Yeah, whatever.” Shigaraki sounded bored, and his eyes scanned the room for anything else to pay attention to.

“Oh, forget it.” Overhaul pulled a large flask from his jacket and began to unscrew the cap.

“What’s that?”

“I confiscated it from Sakaki this morning. Apparently, it’s supposed to be strong.” Overhaul didn’t look up, but began drinking the mystery alcohol.

The more he drank, the more annoyed Shigaraki got. He wasn’t that hard to get along with, right? It was Overhaul’s ridiculous demands hindering their negotiations, right? When he couldn’t stand it anymore, he snatched the drink from the brunette and chugged the rest, before tossing the bottle. Kurogiri never let him drink much, so he had to try not to gag at the strong taste for the sake of his pride. Overhaul just sighed and rested his head in his gloved hands.

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30 minutes later, both of them were beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol. Overhaul was spaced out staring at nothing, and Shigaraki was rifling through the draws of the desk, taking out whatever small items he could find and holding them so close to his face that Overhaul wouldn’t be surprised if there was saliva on them. The thought made him itch, and he forced his eyes to focus on Shigaraki as he tried to remember how to speak clearly. Something Shigarki pulled out made him stop though, and the still-sober part of him hoped that he wouldn’t comment on it. Luck wasn’t on his side however, and Shigaraki looked back at Overhaul before stumbling over to lean on the table, face far too close to Overhaul’s for the latter’s liking. 

His actions were halted once again as Shigaraki slurred out a question that Overhaul barely recognized as “This is your Pops?”

He glanced down at the photograph to avoid eye contact. The day it was taken was one of the better days of his childhood. It had been only a week or two after Pops adopted him. Wanting to bond with his new son, he took the day off work to take him out for ice cream. The photo in question was a hastily snapped selfie of the two of them at a park bench that Pops had apparently taken because it was the first time he’d seen Kai smile.The brunette dismissed his companion with a slight nod, wanting to drop the subject.

Shigaraki didn’t seem to get the hint in his inebriated state. “And you hurt him?”

Overhaul’s fists clenched slightly, but he found himself answering before he realized it. “It was an accident. We got into a fight, and… I got carried away. I just wanted him to see things from my point of view.” Even under the influence, Overhaul recognized that this wasn’t a smart thing to disclose to a potential enemy, but luckily, Shigaraki seemed too drunk to take advantage of him.

“I know how you feel.” He slurred. “I feel… responsible for my sensei’s capture. If I had been better about my escape, he wouldn’t be in Tartarus.” Overhaul stole a glance at the other to see his head turned away. “At least your pops is still here.”

The brunette didn’t know why, but he felt a strong urge to comfort Shigaraki. He expressed it by awkwardly placing a hand on the back of Shigaraki’s scarred neck. He jumped a little, but made no move to turn away. “Look, I-”

Overhaul was interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open. Chronostasis stepped into the room, seeming unsurprised upon discovering the two inside.

“Finally.” Shigaraki pulled away from Overhaul and stumbled towards the doorway. “I’m a little surprised you waited so long to begin searching for your dear leader.”

“I’ve been looking for around forty-five minutes. Unlike your base, this place has enough rooms to get lost in.” Chronostasis didn’t spare the LoV leader so much as a passing glance as he went to inspect Overhaul’s condition.

“We’ll pick up where we left off on Saturday. I’ve had enough of your presence to last me weeks.” Overhaul decided to leave out the fact that for a brief, glistening moment, he’d begun to care about Shigaraki’s feelings.

“Fine. Until then, I’d advise you to reconsider your demands.” Shigaraki glowered when his statement went unacknowledged.

“Chronostasis will see you out.” Overhaul stood up and steadied himself against the table before retreating into the depths of the Shie Hassaikai base.

And with that, all sympathy each had for the other was pushed into unconsciousness, Not gone exactly, but not present enough to affect any major decisions.

(^０^)ノ

[blackmissfrizzle]

Hey Hey! Just wondering if you have any Klaus Mikaelson x Black reader fics?? They're like non existent along with Kol fics with a Black reader. But if you're doing requests, can you do one where the reader is long time friends with benefits with Klaus and he's always wondered how she's never loved him back or had feelings and finds out that she had someone compulse her to not have feelings for him in fear of being hurt by him? Thank you love!

Ahhhh! My first request!!!! Thank you for this request!!! I’ve been racking my brain for a plot for a Klaus x black!reader, but couldn’t think of anything. Also, sorry for posting it so late after the request. I struggled with the ending but I hope you like it! @ourquicksilvered

Title: Beauty and the Beast

A/N: Fluff. Some angst. And then back to the fluff.

A/N:I really hope I got the characterization of Klaus right. 

“Stay,” Klaus ordered as you rummaged the room for your discarded clothes. It was becoming more frequent that Klaus would ask you to stay after hooking up, but you couldn’t or more like you wouldn’t. No sleeping over unless you had feelings for them, was one of your personal rules and you wouldn’t break it for anybody, even Klaus Mikaelson. However, you did wonder how you didn’t fall in love with Klaus, he was exactly your type. Bad boy who secretly had a heart a gold. It had to be that he could be a raging, murderous psychopath at times that stopped you from developing feelings for him.

Shimming your jeans over your wide hips you answered your former enemy turned best friend. “You know I can’t Klaus. Sleepovers only for boyfriends. Anyways, I’m meeting with Marcel. He’s helping me with a history paper.”

Klaus clenched his jaw, struggling to keep his anger at bay. Why would you leave his bed just to visit another man? He thought you had to be the most infuriating woman and he was hopelessly in love with you.

The day he met you, he was occupying Alaric Saltzman’s body and you were an aide delivering something to his class. It was the way your brown skin gleamed against the sunlight and your melodic voice that had caught his eye, and when you were the first person to figure out that he was Klaus and not Alaric, he was intrigued. That was why he had you along with Stefan agree to come with him in exchange of his blood to cure Damon from a werewolf bite.

He knew he fell in love with you when you unsuccessfully tried to thwart every one of his attempts to turn werewolves into hybrids and he didn’t try to kill you. It was your fierceness, bravery, and kindness that you displayed that made him open up. With each little tidbit of information about himself and how horribly his parents treated him, you understood him more and your heart began opening up to him, until one night you both were craving the touch of someone and you ended up in his bed. Thus, began your friends with benefits relationship.

When you got back to Mystic Falls you noticed you were falling in love with the notorious hybrid, but when you noticed how Klaus paid no regard to your feelings in his choices, you had Damon compel away your feelings for him.

Now it’s almost been three years and there was no change in your dynamic. The two of you would text while he would try to distract you from whatever diabolic plan he had going on, you find out about the plan and try to discourage him from going through with it, sometimes you succeed and sometimes you don’t, and when you don’t, you fuss at him for being an asshole then you two end up in a screaming match only for you to end up face down ass up in Klaus’ bed as he goes to pound town. Klaus was tired of it, he wanted more. He wanted a relationship, but he knew if he pushed you, he would lose you altogether.

“I’m hurt, love. You know I’m older than Marcel, I can help with that pesky paper of yours.”

You took in a gasp of disbelief and clutched your invisible pearls. “What? Klaus Mikaelson wants to help with homework? Hell must’ve frozen over.��� Klaus gave you a fake chuckle as he dangled your shirt. You snatched it from him and worked its way over your torso.

“When I need help over Viking history, I’ll call you. But if you have a first-hand account on how black men were used as cannon fodder on the front lines during the war, then by all means help a girl out.”

He rolled his eyes, because he knew you needed Marcel’s help and had to accept defeat. “Please be careful. You know my psychotic parents are on the loose. And remember last time you didn’t fair too well against Michael.”

You grabbed one of the pillows that fell onto the floor and threw it at Klaus, but thanks to his vamp speed he caught it. “Asshole.”

“Don’t be a sore loser, love!” He called out as you exited the room.

--

Klaus and Elijah were standing before the woman they hated the most, Esther Mikaleson. Currently, she was occupying the body of a local witch, Lenore and she once again was trying to convince her sons to become human.

“Give it up, mother. We’ll never change our minds.” Klaus exhaustedly stated.

“Not even for your precious, Y/N, Niklaus?”

Rage consumed Klaus at the mention of your name and grabbed and lifted Esther by her throat. “What have you done with her,” he bellowed as he threw his mother across the room.

With the flick of her hand, Esther had Klaus on his knees agonizing in pain. “I’ve done nothing. I just gave her a little potion to get into that mind of hers. And by the way son, that was a struggle, she’s strong. You’ve chosen a good one.”

“The theatrics are unnecessary, mother.” Elijah rolled his eyes, obviously wanting to be done with the little game his mother was playing.

“Ah, yes back to what I had to say. Like I was saying, I went deep into Y/N’s mind and found a buried memory. She’d been compelled.”

Clenching through his teeth, Klaus responded, “Impossible. She wears a vervain bracelet and mentally trains herself against it.”

“But what if it was her choice to be compelled, my dear boy?” Klaus stood there in silence, he knew you hated the thought of compulsion, because it took away control. “I found a memory of her asking Damon Salavtore to compel her. You want to know why?”

“I’m sure you’ll let us know either way,” the boredom filled Elijah’s tone.

“My dear sweet Niklaus, she asked for him to make her forget her feelings for you. She’s afraid that you would break her heart, because you would never change, and she wouldn’t be able to survive. The poor girl is in love with you.”

“LIES!” Niklaus yelled, he refused to believe Esther. You were not one to shy away from your feelings and wouldn’t agree to such a thing.

He tried to attack his mother again, but she incapacitated him with her powers. “I suggest you take my offer, Niklaus. I doubt Y/N would have hesitated to confess her feelings if you were human, just remember that.” And just like that Esther disappear.

Noticing he was on the edge, Elijah preemptively tried to calm Klaus down. “Brother, she was lying. Don’t do anything rash.”

“Get out of my way, Elijah. I have a trip to Mystic Falls I must make. I’ll be back within a day.” Klaus turned his back to his brother and went out in search for the truth.

--

After threatening the life of Elena Gilbert, Damon finally told Klaus the truth. You did in fact ask Damon to compel you to forget your feelings about Klaus. Now, Klaus was in a mix of fury and joy, mad that you had your feelings compelled away, but happy that you had feelings for him in the first place.

“This isn’t gonna work. You actually think Y/N is gonna let me compel her to break a compulsion. You’re delusional.” Damon tried to convince Klaus from the passenger seat.

Thankfully, the ride to Marcel’s place was short, because Klaus was seconds away from ripping Damon’s heart out. He and Damon were welcomed to the sight of you sitting next to Marcel, a little too close for comfort for Klaus. Both of you were too focused that neither one of you noticed the two new guests. Klaus loudly cleared his throat to gain your attention.

Lifting up your head, you saw two of your best friends standing next to each other.

“Damon! What are you doing here?” You ran over to him and pulled him into a tight hug.

“Helping out your psychopathic hybrid friend.”

“Careful Salvatore, I could easily rip out your heart if need be.” Klaus threatened through gritted teeth.

Damon wagged his finger at Klaus, “Except you need me.”

Tired of their pissing contest you got in between them, putting a little bit of distance between the two. “Ok that’s enough. What’s the problem? Is it Esther or Michael?”

“Esther. She somehow got a hold of you and revealed a secret you had Damon compel away.”

Laughter bubbles from your throat. There’s no way Esther could’ve gotten to you and you let Damon compel you.  “You’re joking right?”

Klaus stepped up towards you and gripped your arms to grab your attention. “Luv, it’s not a joke and I need you to let Damon undo the compulsion.”

Soon your disbelief turned into worry. How the hell did Esther get ahold of you and why can’t you remember. But a more important question you had to ask yourself was, what was so damn important or secretive that you had Damon compel you.

All three in the room could sense your panic. Each knew you were a control freak, especially being the human friend of a bunch of supernatural creatures. So, for you to not know anything had your anxiety on the rise.

“Listen, Y/N. I know if you had yourself compelled you had it done for a good reason, but if you want that control back that Esther took from you, I think your best option is to reverse the compulsion.” Marcel offered.

You stared at your friend’s warm brown eyes and shook your head yes. Even if you didn’t agree, someone else knew a secret of yours that you couldn’t recall on and you didn’t want to give anyone that power.

“Okay, Damon let’s do this.”

“You sure,” Damon asked with a quirk of his eyebrow.

“Yes! I can’t let that bitch have something over me.”

Damon had to remind you to take off your vervain bracelet and let all of your mental guards down, since you were so easily resistant to compulsion. To help relax your mind you took three shots of Marcel’s good bourbon, which annoyed him a just a little.

Once you felt your guard slipping, you gave Damon the go ahead. His blue eyes peered into your brown ones as he commanded you to remember.

One word. Three syllables. That was all it took for all the feelings to come rushing back. It was bittersweet. You remembered the immense love you have for Klaus, but you also remembered knowing it would never work out.

Tentatively, Klaus walked over to your hunched over form and reached out to you. “Luv, are you okay?”

Instantly you slapped his hand away from you. Feeling betrayed by his dubious act. “Get away from me.”

Finally gaining your strength, you stood up to your full height. “You knew, didn’t you? You knew exactly what you were looking for?” You accusingly asked the love of your life.

Klaus didn’t trust his voice, so instead he just shook his head yes.

“And you had to have threatened Elena’s life, huh? Because Damon would have never done this if you hadn’t.” You could feel yourself getting angrier as you put the pieces together. “Did Esther even kidnap me or was that part of the lie?”

“It was the truth! I just needed to know if your feelings were true!” Klaus yelled back at you.

Old insecurities bubbled up and you responded, “Why? So, you can make fun of me or use them to manipulate me?”

“No! You completely oblivious and infuriating woman. Its because I LOVE YOU!”

That proclamation got you to shut up. The only thing that broke the silence was Damon whispering a ‘finally’.

“We’ll let you have the room. I just ask Y/N, if you do decide to kill him be mindful of the furniture,” Marcel said as he and Damon exited his loft.

Awkwardly you stood there staring at Klaus in disbelief. Did the original hybrid you’ve been secretly pining for have feelings for you? It couldn’t be.

“Stop overthinking, luv,” Klaus called out, interrupting your inner dialogue.

“I wasn’t overthinking.”

“Sure, you were. Its what you do best. Anyway, your face scrunches up when you’re thinking too much. It’s cute.”

You looked at Klaus as if he grown a third head. “How do you know that?” You asked skeptically.

“Because I love you. I loved you ever since our first summer together.”

“You mean the summer where you held me hostage as you killed multiple packs of wolves trying to sire hybrids?”

Klaus shrugged his shoulders, “Not the ideal beginnings of a love story, but yes. And I do remember you coming on your own free will.”

“That’s because you were gonna let my friend die if I didn’t go with you!”

Again, there was another moment of silence. Both of you retreating into your own minds, remembering that summer. It had to be one of the best worst summers ever. On one hand you were falling in love and on the other you were falling in love with a homicidal maniac.

As you reminisced on that summer, you began to laugh at a random thought you had.

“What’s so funny, little hunter?” Klaus asked, curious of your sudden outburst.

“I just realized I probably have a worse case of Stockholm syndrome than Belle,” you responded between giggles.

“Belle?”

“From Beauty and the Beast. C’mon I had you watch that movie like a thousand times.”

Disregarding you describing your relationship as Stockholm syndrome, Klaus horribly joked, “Well you’re the Beauty to my Beast”

“Wowwwww. That’s was horrendously corny. I thought Kol was the only Mikaelson with such horrible jokes.” You replied as you looked up to the man of your dreams.

“Besides we wouldn’t work anyway,” you said, steering the conversation in another direction.

“How,” he asked in a whisper, pulling on one of your tight coils.

Knowing Klaus was using his closeness to you as a distraction, you moved towards Marcel’s tumbler to pour yourself another drink. “Most likely, you’ll be a manipulative asshole or go on one of your psychopathic tirades without any regards to my feelings. And I’m a hunter and you’re a vampire.”

“Well, luv, I hate to break it to you. You’re not a very good hunter, considering almost a good portion of your friends are vampires.” Klaus pointed out.

Automatically you flipped the bird at Klaus, and he responded by throwing his head back in laughter, causing the butterflies to flutter around in your stomach. It was one of the most glorious sounds you heard, and it was one that you didn’t get to hear too often.

“I’m serious, Niklaus. It’ll never work. No matter how hard I try to get you on the straight and narrow, somehow you still end up doing something devious and breaking my heart in the end.”

Klaus knew the conversation was getting serious when you used his full name. He took every word you said in consideration, but he was ready with his rebuttal. “Y/N, I’m trying to change. If Damon can change for Elena, then I damn sure can change for you.”

Smacking your forehead in frustration, you argued back. “That’s the problem, Klaus. I don’t need you to change for me. I need you to change for yourself.  Change for Hope. Don’t use me as your emotional and moral crutch. You have to do this on your own.”

You were walking to the door when Klaus vamp ran in front of you. “No. You don’t get to leave until you hear me out. Then you can decide if you want this to happen or we can just remain friends.”

Following Klaus as a sign of agreeance, you sat down on the couch. You at least owed him this explanation.

Klaus grabbed your hands and encased them in his. “What I meant is I do want to change. I want to be a better father for Hope, and I want to be a better friend and lover to you. You deserve that. Hope deserves that. It just helps to have that reminder when your right by my side. I can’t promise to always be the better man. I’m still working on that temper of mine. But I promise to you and Hope, you’ll get a different Niklaus Mikealson than the one from centuries ago. Hell, a different one than from a year ago. Just let me love you the way you deserve until you tire of me, please.”

By the end of his speech, tears were on the cusp from falling from the both of you. Klaus was right that he was a different man than he was a year ago. So, how different could he be in another five? Also, you were pretty sure that if you really hated Klaus’ decisions you wouldn’t be friends with him, and you would’ve been long gone.

“I could never get tired of you. I love you too much for that,” you admitted, finally declaring your love to Klaus.

A smile crept on his face and he leaned his forehead against yours. “Really,” he whispered against your lips.

“Yeah, really. You’re my always and forever,” you whispered back, quoting the Mikaelson family motto.

Klaus pulled you into a kiss, marking you as his. Promising you a future full of love and passion.

When his lips did release yours, he replied back, “I love you, too. Always and forever.”

@twistedcharismaaa

[hargreevestan]

Head Cannon AU Where Everything is Happy and Good

I know they are just 2D characters, but it honestly hurts me to see them go through so much pain and suffering. Both I and the fictional characters that reside in my heart need a break, so here’s a modern AU where Levi actually has a tea shop/cafe and the 104 trainees are a bunch of high schoolers that always hang out there. 

Levi owns a cute little cafe that makes amazing chai tea lattes 

There’s cute plants and mahogany tables and comfy couches. 

The place is impeccably clean. 

There are huge glass windows along the front walls that lets plenty of light in. 

It’s just a super cozy space.

Mikasa always comes there after school to study with her friend Armin.

I mean, how could she not? Being related to Levi comes with the perk of eating for free. 

This benefit extends to Armin by association. Of course, he always insists on paying but both Ackermans ignore him. 

Eren doesn’t come since he’s too busy doing whatever it is psychopaths do when they’re a teenager. 

One day, Marco comes around seeking a caffeinated, caramel flavored energy boost when he runs into the pair. 

“Oh, my uncle owns this shop. We’re literally here everyday.”

As soon as this information gets relayed to Jean, he suddenly begins suffering from intense caffeine cravings that are totally not related to him wanting to see Mikasa and suggests they head to the cafe later. 

Of course, Marco, Connie, and Sasha see right through him. 

Connie and Sasha exchange a look; a look that affirms a mutual understanding of what the two each already know in their hearts. It is time to roast Jean.

They find about 100 different ways to call him a simp on the way there. 

Once they enter, Jean tries to play it cool and fails miserably. 

Marco manages to save him, though. The four of them join Mikasa and Armin at their table. 

When they go to buy drinks, Jean notices Sasha doesn’t get up. 

Sasha would never decline an opportunity to eat, she must strapped for cash again. 

Jean buys a muffin to slide to Sasha while everyone else is busy talking. 

Discrete acts of kindness are the purest acts of kindness UwU 

And, oh wow, they actually end up getting a lot of stuff done. Maybe they should start coming here more often? 

So it becomes a regular thing, just the six of them studying together, naturally flowing between deep concentration and being stupid.

Levi, being as perceptive as he is, notices Sasha always eyeing the pastries in the little counter display. 

“Hey, I accidentally screwed up this order. You want this sandwich? I’m going to through it away if not.” (this is a lie, he just wanted to give this girl something to eat but is too stubborn to say this out right)

Sasha loves it. 

“Mr. Levi, can you please teach me how to make this? It’s so good.” 

“Fine.” He could use a new employee anyway and this brat seems eager to get in the kitchen.

So Sasha starts working there on weekends and is very good at her job. She loves and appreciates food, so she treats it like an art. 

Although he never brings it up, Levi definitely notices her eating some of the merchandise.

But anyways, the 104th trainee squad just have this space to hang out, have great lattes, and be great friends without constantly being surrounded by death and despair. 

He will never admit it, but Levi loves seeing the smiling faces of his niece and her stupid bratty friends.  

[rational-mastermind]

A/N: Hey!! Everyone wants more Quinnvoyant right? Right?? Well too bad, it’s all I have. And an au! Soulmate au where if you write on yourself, it’ll show up on your Soulmate.

--

  Everyone knew that if you wrote on yourself, it would appear on your soulmate as well. And Chris Quinn was no exception to this. Though, for a long time, there was only cute things like drawings of cats and rainbows and stars. Cute poems. Reminders. It was fine enough when he was a kid but as he got older it was just embarrassing. So he would wear long sleeves and hide the writing as best as he could.

   Sometimes he would talk with her, but she was too shy to reveal where she lived or who she was. Which kind of annoyed him. Wasn’t the whole point supposed to be that they would meet?

   When they got to high school, they talked less. Life got busy for her. Life was busy enough for him as well. Sometimes they would check in. Sometimes it would be reminders of homework assignments, or notes in class. Just kind of easily forgetting the other can see what they wrote.

   Then one day, his skin started getting covered in words, very quickly. Bright red marker showed up all over his arms and hands and it crawled all over his body. The same words over and over and over.

   “FREAK”

   “PSYCHO”

   “CREEP”

   “KILL ME”

   None too surprisingly, the only place she didn’t write was on her right arm. She was too busy writing, after all.

   Chris found a nearby ballpoint pen and began writing.

   “Et tu?”

   The scribbling suddenly stopped. For a moment he was worried. But then the ink began running off. It looked wet and began to run down his arms.

   Tears.

   After watching it a moment he began writing himself.

   “What happened?”

   “Bullies.” was the eventual reply.

   “Why?”

   “Cause it’s true.”

   “Same.”

   “What do you mean?”

   Chris sighed. He knew he wasn’t like other kids. They would all avoid him, be afraid of him, or talk about him weird just cause he talked about blood and death and demons and stuff that went bump in the night. He wasn’t gothic. Not by a long shot. He just...liked gore. He liked pain. He once got into a fight. One of the kids had a knife.

   He couldn’t stop giggling.

   There was something so...so thrilling, when he saw the red.

   The voices in his head only encouraged it.

   “I’m a psychopath.” he wrote.

   “I don’t think you are.”

   “That makes one of us.”

   “Well what makes you so weird?”

   “I… hear voices… And… I see things.”

   “Really?”

   “Yeah. But I’m told it’s not-”

   “Me too.”

   Chris stared at the two simple words. Somehow, it utterly stumped him. He felt...weird. He wasn’t sure why though. But he wasn’t entirely opposed to it.

   “What kind of things do you see?” he asked.

   “It’s hard to describe. Sometimes it’s people. Sometimes it’s just screaming. Or loud talking. Sometimes it’s colors and random pictures. What about you?”

   “More about dogs and demons and the end of the world and shit.”

   The rest of the writing on his body started to disappear. She was wiping it off.

   “Can we switch brains?”

   “Yeah, yours sounds more fun.” he chuckled to himself. After a moment’s thought he ventured forth to ask. “So what do you imagine I’m like?”

   “I don’t know. When I try to read you I get this weird image of something dirty and gritty like a horror movie. But at the same time, I also get this...warmth.”

   “Warmth?”

   “Like a towel out of the dryer. It’s warm and soft and it feels like home. It’s funny... Reading your words…”

   Chris felt a bizarre fuzziness grab hold of his brain. The world seemed to darken around him as she continued to write.

   “I can almost see you

   Christopher Quinn”

   Suddenly Chris felt very uneasy and quickly began rinsing off their conversation and scrub the words away. An unsettling chill surrounded him. It was weird. It was creepy. It was...sexy?

   Chris then proceeded to dunk his head under the sink and run cold water over him as well.

   They stopped talking after that.

   Chris got into writing. Finished high school and began making his living.

   Then the asylum.

   Then the Shadow.

   Then the Ministry.

   Chris went through so much hell. Of course it had its positives. There was Trilby and kicking demon ass. A good use of his psychotic tendencies. Making the world safe from the Shadow and keeping magic a secret. The people around the Ministry weren’t too bad. Yarrow was a bit...boring. But Jim was fun to mess with. And Claire was fun. There was always something to do, even if that something normally made Trilby roll his eyes.

   Then one day, well… It was bound to happen.

   Trilby was going to be out of action for a while. A mix up with a vampire left him incapable of going on assignments with Chris. But anyone who ever called Chris a “loose cannon” would recommend that he got someone to tag along in place of Trilby. Someone responsible and level-headed.

   Well who better than the absent-minded psychic he was pounding in the off hours?

   Yeah they were knocking boots. Nothing to get too attached over. It’s not like Chris got to know her life story or anything. Just letting off a bit of steam whenever they could hook up. All he knew was that she was very very much a psychic. Something he found interesting and she found best kept swept under the rug, much to his own disappointment.

   At first she seemed hesitant to go on a mission with him, but after some convincing, and a lot of unusual head shaking and slicing motions from Trilby behind her, she finally agreed.

   It was a simple mission. Done and over in a day. Of course it was the traveling that took the longest. It was on the farthest end of Ireland, naturally. It had some cultists and brainwashing and something to do with summoning a pagan deity. Claire was a natural and it was actually kind of fun getting to do work stuff with her.

   They were traveling back and Claire was already writing up their required report on a notepad. Chris couldn’t help but notice the way she gnawed on a pencil as she tried to focus. The way her fingers drummed through the air like she was at the computer back at HQ, if not fiddling with her large, round glasses. The way the air around her became still and focused as she accidentally projected her feelings about them. Chris could practically hear the gears grinding away in her brain as she tried to recall every needed detail.

   He chuckled to himself and it instantly snapped the tension in the air as her brain derailed.

   “What? What’s funny?” she asked, looking up.

   “Nothing. Just.. I dunno.” he shrugged. “You’re so focused.”

   “Well… I mean..” she shrugged as well. “It gets kinda hard to report faithfully.”

   “Eh those pricks in the higher-ups always find flaws in our reports. No matter what.” Chris rolled his eyes.

   “Hm. True.” Claire sighed. “But it’s not just them. You go looking through so many different minds, so many different vibes and lives it’s kinda easy to forget what’s happening in the real world. You know?”

   “Well.. No. I wouldn’t.” Chris glanced back at her.

   “Oh.. yeah, I guess you wouldn’t.”

   Chris chuckled again.

   “Hey by the way, you were pretty great back there.”

   “Hmm.. I wouldn’t say that.” Claire shrugged.

   “You kidding me? The way you fucked with that one-”

   “Ummm.” Claire interrupted and Chris noticed she looked horribly uncomfortable as she fidgeted with her glasses more. “If.. If it’s all the same Chris.. Can we not talk about...that?”

   “Oh.. Right. Sorry. Forget that makes you uneasy.”

   “Just…something drilled into me, I guess.”

   There was a moment of silence. Then Chris spoke up.

   “Hey um.. Can I...ask something?”

   “If you wanna know if I can predict the future, the answer is no.” Claire rolled her eyes.

   “Damn.” Chris clicked his tongue in disappointment. “....Did you always hate your powers?”

   “Mm..” Claire was quiet for a moment before she shrugged and looked out the window of the car. “What was there to like?”

   “Um, cause it’s fucking psychic powers.”

   “Yeah, exactly.” she sighed. “They always got me in trouble.. It.. Creeps a lot of people out.”

   “Come on. It couldn’t have always been that bad-”

   “No. It was.” Claire growled, her voice taking on a tone akin to earlier that day, but somehow lacking the same venom behind it. “It was always that bad. It was awful. You’ve no idea.”

   “...Well… Like what?”

   “....Like earlier.” Claire shrugged. “But.. By accident. I would...hurt them.. And scare them.”

   Chris frowned. Claire was normally so bubbly, happy, a bit forgetful, but chipper despite the depressing and horrific nightmare that their livelihood was. He hated seeing her this downtrodden. It was wrong. Like on a fundamental scale, this was just wrong.

   “...Did.. Something traumatic happen?” he asked. “Something that made you hate it so much?”

   Claire gave a dry chuckle before replying. “I wouldn’t say...traumatic but.. Well.. It did drive a wedge between me and some really important people.”

   “Was there a guy?”

   “....Yeah…”

   Chris felt something grip him. A sudden kind of deep-rooted anger. The kind akin to staring down a vampire or some other unholy abomination. Not counting Trilby, of course.

   “Who-”

   “Should get some gas. Before the ferry.”

   Chris sighed but found a station and pulled over. Clearly she didn’t wanna keep talking. While he was filling up, she went inside to use the bathroom.

   “Look over the report. Jot down anything I missed, got it?”

   “Yeah..”

    Chris felt crummy and stupid and angry. Claire was a great person! Why would anyone hate her for having psychic powers? Okay yeah so she kind of really mentally fucked with that one guy. And yeah okay so maybe she kinda caused another to have an aneurysm. Yeah sure that might’ve been a more common problem when she was a kid and yeah it might’ve been like Stephen King’s Fury, but so?

   And it’s not like Chris would’ve hurt this guy…. Much.

   He growled and kicked a tire before getting back in the car. He sighed and leaned against the wheel, waiting for Claire to return. That was when he noticed Claire’s notepad left laying on the space between their seats. Oh right.. Reporting.

   Chris sighed and grabbed it. He looked over the notes. Everything seemed in order. She left off at the part where cultists were about to start sacrificing the local children but she’ll likely finish jotting down the basic plot when they got back. Chris grabbed the ballpoint pen she had been using and was about to go back and fix her grammar when something caught his eye.

   A small doodle Claire had in the corner. It was a cat.

   Chris squinted and looked it over carefully. It looked familiar.

   Suddenly it dawned on him. He had seen this before.

   Chris’ mind started racing, putting all the pieces together. But.. But how could he prove it? And how could he prove it without worrying Claire?

   Chris then looked back at the pen in his hand and had a perfect idea.

   Meanwhile Claire was hiding in the bathroom. She knew this was a bad idea. She knew this was gonna be horrible! She knew this was gonna happen and she just had to keep playing with fire, didn’t she??

   “Stupid stupid stupid!” Claire banged her head on the wall. “Listen! To your! Intuition!!”

   Of course she knew who he was. Ever since the first day Trilby introduced him at the STP.

   Claire and Trilby were discussing the differences in using iodized salt compared to sea salt, though ultimately, they both knew pink Himalayan was best. But then Claire felt it. A familiar presence.

    She suddenly felt an oncoming wave of giddy excitement that made her almost tremble. And a familiar warmth that quickly wrapped around her like a towel fresh out of the dryer.

   “Claire? You okay?”

   “Think someone’s-”

   “Trilby! We gotta go do a thing with cake- Oh. Hey.” Chris had rounded the door to Trilby’s cubicle but stopped short seeing Claire.

   “Hey.” Claire waved.

   “First of all, never again. Secondly, I never introduced you two, have I? Chris, meet Claire. Claire-”

   But she already knew who he was. But a deep anxiety prevented her from saying anything. But after getting to meet him, within all of five minutes she forgot entirely, simply living in the moment. And then she forgot again when they agreed to meet up after work. And she kept forgetting to a point it would’ve felt awkward to start saying anything then and gosh dammit.

   ‘Claire, why do you do this to yourself??’ she sighed and stepped out of the bathroom. ‘Always have to make everything awkward and weird…youfreak Can’t just remember to freaking speak up and say what’s on your mind?’

   Claire only hoped Chris would drop the subject and they could return to their normal status quo. At least she got to see him. At least they got to talk face to face. It was better than what most people could hope for. After all, some people never find their soulmates.

  ‘But they write every day.’  her unhelpful thoughts reminded her as she returned to the car. ‘When was the last time we wrote to each other?’

   She opened the car door and-

   “I KNEW IT!!!”

    “Aah!”

   Claire stumbled back, tripped on her heels and fell backwards onto the pavement.

   “What the hell, Chris?!” Claire scolded as she picked herself up.

   “Take a look in the mirror!”

   She got up and looked at her reflection in the window. She gasped, seeing a rather crude doodle of a cat across her cheek. She looked through the window only to find Chris with a matching mark and a wide grin stretching from ear to ear.

   “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?!” he asked.

   Claire stammered, laughed, and ended up crying. Her heart was pounding, she felt scared and worried. Chris’ smile disappeared and he got out of the car and came around to her.

   “Hey.. Hey hey hey. Hang on now.” he came over and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “What? What is it?”

   “I thought you’d hate me.” Claire managed to get out with a hiccup.

   “I know.. I’m sorry.. I didn’t hate you. I never did! I just.. You…”

   “Scared you.. Like.. I scare everyone.” she sniffled.

   “No! You didn’t scare me! I just.. I.. I dunno.” Chris shrugged. “I was a dumb teenager. I didn’t know what I was feeling.. I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry…”

   Claire simply shook her head. Chris ran a hand through his hair and thought for a moment.

   “...If it’ll make you feel better I could still kick my ass.”

  Claire laughed. She choked and then giggled some more and finally started wiping away her tears.

   “Please don’t.”

   Chris smiled and hugged her tight. She weakly hugged him back.

   “I’m sorry.”

   “I know..”

   After that, they began writing to each other more and more often. Little notes, here and there.

 “That was a lot of fun last night.”

 “There’s coffee in the breakroom.”

 “Fought a ghost. It was gross.”

 “Kissed one the other day.”

 “I’m stealing the last slice of cake. Don’t tell Trilby.”

   It was nice. It was fun. It was one thing that Claire would say was normal about their lives.

  “You wanna do something else after work tonight?”

 “I got a new cat figurine!”

 “Got to see the sunset while on the job. Reminded me of..”

 “Hey you’ve been quiet. You okay?”

 “Can I tell you something?”

   “I love you.”

[shauds-archived]

Could you tell us more about Zach & Jason and them butting heads ovrr who's Eddie's best friend? Does Eddie notice?

Sure, Zach in cannon was shown to really care about Eddie, he was his first friend on the Titans, and after Eddie lost his powere, Zach wanted Eddie to leave with him, same as Rose. But Zachs also a REALLY prickly boy, and he does have a huge ego, that makes it hard for him to actually show that he cares. Like in Teen Titans, when he was sort of mean to Eddie and kicked him out of his dressing room only to call him back and look pretty sad that Eddie was already gone.

In the story where Jason and Zach fight a lot. Zach, like the rest of the Titans thought Eddie's cool penpal who could never visit and Eddie couldn't give any details about, was made up. Because Jason didn't want the Titans to know anything about him, and communicated with Eddie almost exclusively through letters they couldn't read.

So, Zach was the one Eddie called to vent to - like in cannon - and Zach was the one who helped Eddie with his powers and tried getting him into the Titans, though he regrets those last two. Zach acted like Eddie hanging off him a lot was annoying, but he really liked (had a bit of a crush) on Eddie, he just screwed up with expressing it. He thought he was Eddie's best friend.

Then, Jason shows up, and he's very real, very protective and supportive of Eddie. He's trianing to kill Neron for Eddie and he might actually do it. And now, Jason can be prickly too, but it's in a way that's pretty playful, and Eddie's comfortable enough around him to be prickly back, like he wasn't with really any Titan other than Jaime later on. Jason crosses the world every weekend just to hang out with Eddie when Zach was always too busy.

And Eddie's delighted to have Jason around. He's more excitable on the weekends than Zach ever really got to see. And it's not fair, right, because Jason was gone for years when Eddie needed a friend close by, and Zach at least let Eddie call. Jason is very much Eddie's best friend and he's not afraid to let people know, and Zach feels like he missed out on the opportunity.

Zachs not very subtle about any of this, even though he tries to be, and Jason DOES feel bad that he stayed away for so long and only came back when Eddie was kidnapped by a bunch of psychopaths. He doesn't like that being thrown in his face at every turn, so he retaliates and that just continues the cycle.

Eddie notices it, he doesn't like it, and he doesn't understand why Zachs so mad at Jason, they're similar enough that he'd hoped they'd get along. They DO get along pretty well sometimes, when they forget they're fighting or they're teaming up to fight against something else. And they grow to be protective of eachother in a way eventual "because Eddie would be sad if something happened to you" is the only excuse they can come up with for that.

I see that this got pretty long winded, but I hope it explained things okay :)

[mazojo]

Kiznaiver Review

I just finished the Kiznaiver anime and I am not okay, so I decided to do a review with my opinions and thoughts on it, so beware the spoilers and rants on different aspects of it ;w;

Spoiler Free Overview ~

Before actually going into the spoilers, I wanted to leave a little spoiler free plot overview for those interested but not convinced on watching it. Basically Kiznaiver is about 7 teenagers connected by an experiment to their wounds and pain, making the pain of one, that of the others. The anime follows the story of these teenagers and their friendship with the mystery of the experiment and the future of it in their city, making it emotional and addictive to watch.

Although there is a lot more to say, if you don’t want to be spoiled on the anime do not click on read more but if you don’t mind, go ahead <33

Plot

So as mentioned above, the anime consists on the union of 7 characters (representing the 7 sins) through the Kizna system/experiment which bonds them through their pain so if one gets hurt, the other six will feel the pain too. Each of the teenagers choose represents one of the deadly sins, which I will go into further in my description of each character, and they all have to work together throughout the summer in order to free themselves from their Kizna. Everything is running smoothly and they all become friends until some of them begin falling in love with others and it all kind of crumbles. In the final episodes we discover that the experiments have been running for a while and in the past, they were done to kids but it failed miserably as some gathered too much pain from the others while others didn’t, making them feel numb and emotionless. Our main character, Katsuhira was originally connected to the first kizna experiment but became numb to any sort of pain due to another kid (now leading the project?) named Noriko taking all the pain. In the end, Katsuhira is able to convince Noriko to give back his pain and those from the other kids involved in the experiment through a f r i e n d s h i p speech and the whole group ends up becoming much closer, with Katsuhira and Noriko confessing their feelings to each other.

Characters

okay, so I will admit I kind of may have fallen in love with some of the characters from this anime and I am going to list them in order of which I liked the most explaining a bit on who they are and what I believe they must be protected. I also decided to place a song that reminds me of them in order for you to gather a feel of who they are in my opinion.

Katsuhira Agata (Kacchon)

Rise - Ashes Remain

So this gif pretty much describes his attitude and face throughout the whole series (except the two times he actually cries). His sin is “sloth” but referred in the anime as “the imbecile”. This is due to his apathetic behavior to everything happening around him due to the lack of emotions he has. He is precious and even as a kid he has always been looking for those around him (even in his kind of oblivious way) and I love how even after going through everythingg he went through, he is able to forgive Noriko and even loves her with all her faults and imperfections <33.

Nico Niiyama

Hello Kitty - Avril Lavigne

She is one of those characters you either love or hate, and I absolutely looove Nico! She represents the sin of greed I believe due to her wanting of attention and reassurance. I don't know if its because I see myself in her craziness or just her whole attitude throughout the series but Nico is in top place with Kacchon for my favorite characters. She is much more than the I-am-cute-love-me character as we advance through the series we began seeing her need to find friends in those surrounding her and how desperate she tries to fit into this “eccentric girl” stereotype to fit in (if that makes any sense). I also loved how she was one of the first to come back and unite the group after their Kiznas were released even though she was hurting over Tenga, which I thought was really brave and a bit underrated, thanks for coming to my ted talk.

Yoshiharu Hisomu

Highway to Hell - AC/DC

So hear me out, Hisomu is a bit of a weirdo but through the small things he did and said he was able to win me over. Hisomu represents the sin of lust as he is a masochist and finds pleasure over the pain inflicted upon himself. I was a bit skeptical over his character as he appeared on the third episode unlike the others but he grew on me. Not only do I l o v e his character design but I think he has a personal growth over acquiring friends. He is close to Kacchon and never “abandons” him or leaves after all the others decide to part their own ways. Yeah, he may be a bit apathetic and unconscious towards the situations surrounding the others but I think in his heart he is actually a really good friend and sappy as it sounds, he cares deeply about the others and their suffering ;w;

Chidori Takashiro

Camouflage - Selena Gomez

Chidori is our tsundere-ish character. She represents the sin of envy as she is always second best when it comes to her unrequited love towards Kacchon. I really like her character and I feel bad for her as she often throughout the anime feels things very deeply and through Kacchon’s apathetic attitude, she mostly ends up hurt.I enjoyed her reactions as I know in the situations they face, I would definitely react similarly and she is very lovable overall.

Tsuguhito Yuta

Someone you Like - The Girl and the Dreamcatcher

Yuta is a classical popular kid with a soft side character. He represents the sin of gluttony as when he was little he used to eat a lot thus was seen as the fat kid and becomes kind of obsessed with his appearance after the fact. He may seem superficial at first but he is very caring and notices a lot of things others take for granted (like being able to be there for Maki even though she is a tough nut to crack). Also being a fellow cancer according to the wikia he went up my list :3. That being said I felt his character was all about Maki and he never really shined if there wasn’t any Maki story line involve which was kind of sad as I thought he had a lot of potential, but I still love him <33

Noriko Sonozaki

Never Enough - Loren Allred

Noriko is a weird character to me, as in some moments I really like her while in others I don’t really understand her. She has undergone a lot through her childhood due to experiencing the pain of her friends altogether and the constant fear of being left alone and not being understood even though Kacchon often reassures her of this but whatever. She may seem kind of like a psychopath and cold at the beginning but as we learn about her past I guess her behavior is kind of understandable but honestly I prefer the kid Sonozaki version which is adorableee. I like her relationship with Kacchon however and how they are able to grow from each other through their connection.

Honoka Maki

I Found - Amber Run

Maki and Tenga are my least favorite from the group but I don’t totally dislike them, I just don’t connect with he way they act most of the time. Maki represents the sin of pride as she often acts as if she is above everyone and everything going on around her placing a barrier between her and the other Kiznaivers. She has a rough past as she wrote a manga with her best friend Ruru and through their friendship feelings began developing. Ruru had a terminal illness and as Maki was afraid of getting hurt decided to cut all ties with her, which brings her to be the coldhearted person she is. Throughout the series she often rejects the other Kiznaivers refusing to call them friends inserts dramatic eye-roll until at the end she realizes its inevitable and accepts letting people in slowly.

Hajime Tenga

Counting Stars - One Republic

Honestly Tenga is pretty neutral to me and I don’t have much an opinion on his character. He represents the sin of Wrath as he often acts impulsively and resolves his issues through rage and anger acting with his fist rather than his head. He is quite loud and a bit obnoxious at times with his tough guy act but he means good. We don’t get much backstory on him other than he is afraid of dogs? which isn’t mentioned again after the second episode sooo… I mean he is a good character and has good intentions but I more often than not don’t understand his reactions and think he goes a bit over the top in most of them.

Ships

Although I know Kiznaiver isn’t an anime focused completely on the romance but rather a science-fiction/mystery kind of anime, I still had to mention the ships through the series starting from the one I like the most. Also note that some of them are non cannon so keep that in mind and note that this are my personal opinions ;w;

NicoxHisomu (non-cannon)

You can’t even understand HOW MUCH I WANTED THIS TO BE A THING. From the moment Hisomu appeared and had the first interaction with the group I wanted him and Nico to end together sooo badly. I don’t know if its because of their eccentric ways or how they are often looked upon as the weird ones from the group, but I always thought they would make such a cute couple! Even at the end when Nico is ranting on about Tenga, Hisomu is attentive to her and I honestly think their friendship is so pure and perfect ;w; I will be crying in the corner until this becomes a thing.

NorikoxKatsuhira (cannon)

Although I will forever be frustrated that NicoxHisomu didn’t end up together trigger please consider making a second season, I am actually really glad these two did! It was pretty obvious the two wouldd en up being cannon as the whole show premise basically concentrates in their relationship, and I am glad they did. I feel like both complement each other very well and stabilize one another through their feelings (or in this case, the lack of). I feel like both Katsuhira and Nori are very mature and overall I love their pairing as they both deserve all the happiness <33

ChidorixTenga (Cannon-ish?)

I really like this two together and I feel like through the finale we can kind of maybe say its cannon? I mean they never actually confessed their love to one another like Sonozaki and Kacchon (well, Tenga did), but Chidori kinda implied that she was starting to develop feelings? I totally feel like they work together as they level each other out by their protective mama bear attitude of Chidori and Tenga’s impulses leading to him being defensive of those he cares about. Also can we take a moment to appreciate their red aesthetic, like common they are adorable together.

MakixYuta (Cannon?)

This is also an odd pairing, as we see Yuta’s clear interest on Maki since episode 1 and where she only corresponds his feelings at the end of episode 12. Although they never truly became a couple I believe they both like each other so its kind of cannon? I like how they both have rough pasts and they help each other grow from them (cue to Yuta’s scene at the beach were he runs in the water although he may look like a fool) and they level the other out.

ChidorixKatsuhira (non-cannon)

The following two ships are ones I don’t like but I found important to mention as many people do ship them. I honestly can’t see this pair due to Katsuhira’s strong feelings towards Nori. I feel like he sees Chidori as her best friend and will never be able to see her as more than that. Chidori’s often explosive and overprotective character just doesn’t mash well with Kacchon’s laid back apathetic vibe, which is why I wouldn’t see this pairing working at all.

NicoxTenga (non-cannon)

I do not approve of this. I honestly can’t see this working and lets be honest Nico and Hisomu deserve each other so I am too blinded by that. I think their personalities wouldn’t work as Tenga is too aggressive and Nico much softer. I feel like Tenga is most of the times confused by her behavior or just doesn’t understand her eccentric behaviors which would definitely cause a problem if this were to be cannon. I can’t with this ship and if there is a season 2 I really hope this doesn’t become cannon otherwise ill just go cry myself in a corner.

To finish off this review on Kiznaiver, I would like to point out the things I like and the things I didn't like so much.

Liked…

- The characters is one of the things to really highlight from Kiznaiver. They are all so different but so lovable in their own ways and with their own faults which makes everything 10 times better.

- I haven’t been able to mention this before but I really liked the intro and outdo songs, I think they are catchy and represent quite well the anime.

- I adooored the character designs, specially Nico, Hisomu, Sonozaki and Katsuhira’s. I feel like the tones and designs of the characters with their little quirks really lets the audience gather who they are and why they are the way they are.

- I think the concept of the experiment and the characters being connected by their wounds and pain is very interesting! I dint know what to expect at first but as the story developed It really got me thinking what the Kizna system would look like in the real world.

Disliked…

- I feel like the character development could have been a little better for some of them? Specially Yuta, Tenga and Hisomu which even though we got to know, never really learned much about their past other than some random facts.

- The fact that Hisomu and Nico weren’t cannon

- Sometimes due to the small amount of time the creators had to create the episode, I feel like some things weren’t explained very clearly (like Sonozaki’s reasons to try committing suicide when she was young) but maybe its just me being dumb idkk

All in all, I really liked the anime and would definitely recommended to those who enjoy good characters and a little of science fiction as well as troublesome pasts. Remember this are just my opinions and feel free to ask me my opinions on anything related as well as I would love to hear all of yours :33