#Sonder and soul ties

[midasfantasy]

Sonder & Soul Ties

synopsis : every action has its equal opposite reaction. it wasn't your fault society failed you, turning you away at every turn for matters outside of your control. for a world built on fighting evil, people suspiciously had a way of ensuring there would always be more of it. so, you can't really be blamed for ending up surrounded by and helping japan's most wanted criminals. or for wanting them yourself.

content : BNHA villains x fem!reader

chapter warnings : cursing and the worst man known to humanity.

chapter notes : well, well, well. if it’s isn’t the consequences to your actions.

two, red herring

“What do I need to do to keep you out of my station?” 

Detective Tsukauchi, who knows you better than anyone at this point thanks to all your investigations, walks into the interrogation room you have been relocated to. He looks just about as exasperated as he had the last twenty times you both ended up in this room, his soul wavering around him like a dreary cloud of blue fog.

“In my defense, the guy approached me first,” You say, straightening in your seat some to bow your head to him in greeting. 

“The guy was one of Japan’s most wanted criminals,” Tsukauchi shoots you a withered look, and frankly you both shouldn’t be speaking so informally considering the context of your situation, but decorum was thrown out the window after the authorities of Japan realized you were probably going to spend the rest of your lives being familiar thanks to your uncanny luck. Or rather lack thereof. “He died protecting you, [S/N]-san. I think it’s safe to say the whole station is a little baffled.”

“I thought you’d be used to this by now,” You grumble, raising a brow at Tsukauchi as he takes a seat in the chair opposite of you. 

“Every time I think I’ve seen the last of you, you end up in an even bigger mess than before. Although I doubt you’ll be able to top this one,” Tsukauchi murmurs to himself, shaking his head. He drags a hand down his face, pulling at his morning shadow that he probably didn’t have time to shave down before being called into the station to deal with this… mess.

“We’re trying to understand what and why everything happened,” He continues, this time with some actual professionalism. Tsukauchi schools his features into his practiced work face, pleasant and encouraging, motioning for you to begin.

“Well, I can tell you I didn’t mean to be there,” You slouch into your metal chair, glowering when you hear Tsukauchi mutter an incredulous, almost amused, ‘she didn’t mean to be there’ as he marks down your testimony onto a notepad. “I didn’t even know what day of the week it was if I’m being completely transparent.” 

Tsukauchi thankfully does not comment on that last part. “And you had no connections to the Hero Killer prior to the attack?”

“No. Contrary to popular belief, I associate with only the highest morals,” You tut, crossing your legs and twiddling with your thumbs.

He raises a brow that you know means he smells bullshit, but you are not going to elaborate on it. He doesn’t need to know you have no friends.

“I’m glad, you’ll need a good support system after what happened to you,” Tsukauchi says instead, fidgeting with his pen. His soul fluctuates, solidifying around him more as he settles his resolve. “Although, and I’m sure I don’t have to say it, you do always have everyone here to keep an eye on you. All you have to do is ask.”

You uncross your legs and sink deep into your chair, sighing dramatically. “I know, Tsukauchi. Thank you, I’m sure the second we’re done here I’ll be getting the earful of my life for nearly getting killed.” 

“I’m inclined to give you an earful myself,” Tsukauchi sets down his notepad and pen down, his face suddenly much more hard-set. “The Hero Killer made a sudden appearance, and an even more sudden departure. But the Nomus began attacking well before the heroes even knew he was there. Evacuation procedures had already began, it’s inconceivable that you didn’t even hear—“

Tsukauchi cuts himself off, swallowing thickly before rubbing at the heavy bags beneath his eyes. “I’m sorry, [S/N]-san. There are so many people who care about you, myself included. Getting the call to come in and the debriefing on what happened was awful. No one here wants to see you… die, and certainly not in a way that could have been prevented.” 

“I’m sorry,” You murmur, voice small. You’ve almost completely disappeared into your chair, your arms wrapped around yourself in an attempt to appear smaller. “I didn’t mean to worry anyone. I… it’s stupid, I want to promise this won’t happen again, but I can’t even say that. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’m sorry you all keep getting dragged into it.”

“[S/N], please don’t speak like that,” Tsukauchi looks remorseful as he leans over the table, laying his hands out palm-up to you. You sniffle, but untangle the ball of nerves you’ve become to let him hold your hands. “There is nothing wrong with you, and you know every person here who would jump at the chance to help you with whatever you’re struggling with.” 

“But I’ve caused so much trouble,” You mumble weakly, your shoulders shaking as he squeezes your hands, listening closely. ”How do you all not get tired of me?”

“You’re young, you’ve had enough terrible experiences to last you a lifetime. How you manage school, work, and everything the world throws at you is beyond me,” Tsukauchi says, smiling warmly. “It’s why we know you’re going to go so far. There won’t be anything that can stop you. We’re going to get you through this, okay?”

It feels like an impossible task trying not to cry again, you normally do good at keeping everything in check, but the last 24-hours have left you unbearably vulnerable. Your throat is thick with emotion as you speak, “Okay.”

“Do you feel up to continuing questioning?” Tsukauchi implores gently, thumbs rubbing at the tops of your hands. You nod quickly, pulling away and straightening in your seat like a decent human being. 

“Yeah, I guess I should just come out and say I don’t really remember much. I was… really drunk,” You do not make eye contact as you speak, folding your fingers in your lap and taking a deep breath. “It’s mostly small moments, like flashes.”

“We can work with that. Tell me what you see in these flashes,” Tsukauchi picks up his pen and notepad again, his eyes kind when you finally brave a glance up at him.

“Well,” You start, clearing your throat, “I remember the… creature, it lifted me off the ground. Oh— I remember it had talons too, and a lot of exposed organs.”

“I’m assuming you mean the Nomu?” Tsukauchi ventures, writing something down. When you don’t answer, he looks back up at you.

“What’s a Nomu?”

“…Seriously?”

“Is uh… is it like an invasive species?” You ask, feeling more stupid by the minute, Tsukauchi’s deadpan humbling your already wounded ego. “I don’t watch the news, just tell me what it is and stop being judgmental!”

“You don’t watch the news?” Tsukauchi asks incredulously. He looks distressed and upset all over again, eyebrows waning downwards as his eyes widen with horror. You make a panicked expression before shrugging and laughing nervously. “So—wait- when you called him ‘That Guy’, you seriously have no idea who the Hero Killer is? And you don’t know about the USJ attack?”

“No?” You blink, jumping in your seat when Tsukauchi slaps his forehead and murmurs to himself. “Is this, like, really bad?”

“Super bad,” Tsukauchi sighs, rubbing his temples. He then proceeds to launch into a detailed explanation of who Stain and the League of Villains is. He also explains what he knows about the Nomu, but no matter what he says you do not feel any better about its existence. 

You also don’t feel any better about killing Stain, but it does comfort you some that he’s no longer able to hurt people.

“And that’s why I’m the one interrogating you. I’m the one in charge of the League’s case and because the Nomu targeted you, I’m trying to gather more information on why. Anything we can get to understand the League better, will bring us closer to defeating them,” Tsukauchi finishes his explanation, running a hand through his hair wearily. 

“That makes more sense now, I was wondering why they made you come all the way here in the middle of the night when someone else could’ve run the procedure,” You hum thoughtfully, messing with your shoes under the table as you shift in your seat. “I thought you just cared a lot, but I guess that’s not the case…”

“[S/N],” Tsukauchi says, and you can see the metaphorical gray hairs you’re giving him.

“Joking!” You laugh, kicking his shin playfully under the table. 

“Well, I don’t think there’s much more I can ask,” Tsukauchi shakes his head with a huff, stepping on one of your toes and chuckling when you yelp. “It sounds like your luck just got the better of you again.”

“So… we’re done?” You ask, trying not to sound too hopeful.

“We’re done,” Tsukauchi confirms with a pleasant smile, laughing when you jump from your seat to cheer and stretch. 

“God I’m so tired, and I’m soooooo behind on assignments. I guess I have an excuse for being late now though?” You begin chatting to yourself, not catching the way Tsukauchi checks his watch and pales.��

“Speaking of late— we’re way behind schedule. The Chief wants to see you, why don’t you go find him?” Tsukauchi ushers you from the room, ignoring your confusion as he grabs his coat and rushes about.

“Uhm, okay. Do you…” You start to ask, watching Tsukauchi place his hat on and adjust his buttons, already beginning to walk away. “Tsukauchi?”

“Hm?” Said man pauses, looking over his shoulder at you from half way down the hall. He really is in a hurry, what could be so important?

“Do you have to leave so soon?” You ask, taking a few steps closer and giving your best puppy-dog face. You probably look crazy, considering you’ve got tear stains, scratches, and blood shot eyes. 

“I’m sorry, [S/N]. There are a few others I need to investigate, and you kno—“

You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his waist, burying your face in his shoulder and sighing as loud as you possibly can. He’s still for a moment, but eventually he melts, wrapping an arm around you and rubbing your back softly. It’s not often you get to touch people, or their souls. But when you make contact with Tsukauchi’s deep blue soul, you pull it against yourself tight, focusing every happy warm feeling you can into it. Your silent apology for all the headaches you know you’ve caused him.

“Is it really so hard to ask for the things you need, troublemaker?” Tsukauchi teases, poking your side and chuckling as you struggle in his grasp with a few curses about him being a traitor.

“No, I’m perfect. Nothing is difficult for me,” You insist, finally managing to pull away, just narrowly missing him trying to ruffle your hair.

“I wonder why you did not call when you ran into danger yesterday then,” A new voice speaks, and you immediately turn to salute, recognizing their gruff voice instantly.

Tsuragamae gives the worst tiniest amused huff at your display, which is a victory in itself, because you know he’s most definitely pissed at you. You are not excited to get a lecture from the Chief of the Hosu police station. 

“I will be driving you home,” Tsuragamae informs you, his snout twitching as he sniffs the air. “Leave Tsukauchi-San to go, he has important business to attend to.”

You glance between the two men, blinking a few times as you try to figure out whatever silent conversation they’re having in front of you. They’re exchanging intense eye contact, and then, in the creepiest way possible, they nod at the same time before walking in opposite directions. 

“I— hey-“ You sputter, unable to process what just happened. Tsukauchi is on route to exit at the back of the station, going who knows where; and Tsuragamae is walking towards the front, probably to fetch his car for the ride back to your shitty apartment. 

“Gosh you two are impossible— Bye-bye Tsuka!” You call, jumping twice in the air and waving dramatically like he’s off to war and using a nickname just to be a dick. Spinning on your heel, you jog after the Chief, knowing you can’t really afford to keep him waiting when he’s already in a bad mood. “Tsuragamae, wait up, you’ve got long legs—“

You pause at the lobby, slapping your hands over your eyes and groaning. “It’s so bright, did you guys finally replace the LEDs?”

“…No, I was not aware they needed to be replaced,” Tsuragamae says, but you're too busy blinking open your eyes and squinting at the windows to care.

“It's already morning?!” You gasp, running through the front doors ahead of Tsuragamae, getting outside and squinting at the sun remorsefully.

“It is nearly the afternoon,” Tsuragamae says, walking up behind you and knocking the back of your head gently to get you to stop your staring. “Which means we need to hurry along. I am a busy man, I have got places to be.”

“Don’t patronize me,” You grumble, following after him and sliding into the back seat of his ridiculously nice car. 

He won’t trick you with his textbook psychology, you’ll put as much distance between you both before he can start an argument you have no chance of winning anyway. 

Tsuragamae’s forest green soul is tense, that much you are certain of. But Tsuragamae always has a stick up his ass, so it’s kind of difficult to get a read on where the tension is coming from. You want to think it’s because a person died after being taken into custody, but you’re pretty sure Endeavor is going to take the heat of that blow. The alternative is that he’s going to go full parental-mode and scold you within an inch of your life. 

You really hope it’s the former. 

.

.

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The first few minutes of driving are so dreadfully quiet that you know for sure it’s the latter. 

You’re not exactly a chatterbox per se, especially not with Tsuragamae, but you know how to hold a conversation. In contrast, pleasantries are not Tsuragamae’s strong suit. He has a level head in all case scenarios, and can rationalize virtually anything, all while constantly staying at a fact-based standpoint. This depersonalizing can make him insensitive at times though.

That's why you know he’s waiting for you to start the conversation, or maybe ask him what exactly he wants. He doesn’t want to feel like a jerk for getting straight to the point, even though it's obviously the only thing on his mind right now. Men.

“Do you want to explain yourself or did you get enough of an interrogation from Tsukauchi-san?” Tsuragamae asks, finally breaking your stalemate. He had nearly five whole minutes and still managed to find the most offensive way to open the conversation, charming. 

“I’m not sure what I can say to get out of trouble with you,” You reply after another minute of silence, biting at your lip and staring intently out the window. “I had no idea it was so dangerous to be in Hosu right now, if I had been aware, I would’ve never left the house.”

“You own a phone, do you not?” Tsuragamae prods, sounding a little too condescending for your tastes.

“I do, but I’m not addicted. I mostly watch it for YoTube tutorials or music. I don’t watch the news,” You say, doing what you think is a fantastic job at keeping the annoyance from your tone. 

This was apparently the wrong thing to say, because Tsuragamae’s soul literally spikes with frustration. You gulp and hold onto your seatbelt a little tighter, preparing for the worst. 

“What do you mean you ‘don’t watch the news’?” Tsuragamae is just full of questions today it seems, because where you were expecting an outburst, he just sounds mildly miffed. 

“The news is full of propaganda, I can’t be wasting my young impressionable mind away staring at a screen that wants me to submit to capitalism,” You respond cattily, basically asking for an argument. Yolo.

There is no argument though. Only more silence. It sets you on edge, because Tsuragamae always has an answer, even when he doesn’t want to. 

“Endeavor says he saw you near where the Nomus were attacking,” Tsuragamae says plainly after the fourth minute of silence, catching your eyes in the rear view mirror with a glare that lets you know you’re in trouble. It tells you he knows you weren’t there by accident. It tells you he doesn’t believe you. 

You decide at that moment you hate Endeavor, What a snitch. 

“…I was trying to find paramedics,” You lie anyway, breaking eye contact in favor of staring out the window again. You’re willing to die on this hill even if it means defaming Endeavor and cursing his whole bloodline just to convince Tsuragamae of your innocence. In fact, you’re in such a bad mood you might just get home and block him on Twitter. 

“Oh? Did you get injured before being attacked by the Nomu?” Tsuragamae asks, one of his ears flicking. He's using his no-nonsense tone now, and it successfully makes you feel scolded, even though he hasn’t truly started laying into you yet. 

“No. There was… a kitten. I found it in the rubble,” You say, knowing you probably sound every bit like the liar you are. There was a kitten, but Crowly certainly wasn’t injured. Crowly was also a traitor, because Crowly abandoned you in your hour of need. “It reminded me of Tamakawa, I couldn’t just leave it.” 

“And so you went towards the chaos, searching for help. Right. And I am supposed to believe this and let you off with a slap on the wrist?” Tsuragamae’s voice is more steeled now, and it’s the first time since before your grandmother passed that you feel like a child getting scolded again. “Forgive me, child, but I think there needs to be appropriate consequences for ignoring public law and deliberately putting yourself in harm's way. Putting others in harm's way.”

“I wasn’t trying to,” You grit your teeth, blinking your eyes rapidly. The feeling is different than from when Tsukauchi was lecturing you. You know that Tsuragamae is coming from the same place, but the way he goes about getting his point across can be uncomfortable, if not downright upsetting. “I can’t keep having this conversation. I don’t throw myself into situations like this willingly, all I have control over is what I do after.”

“You don’t watch the news, you go out alone at night without letting anyone know, and now you’re dragging your feet when asked to take responsibility for your actions,” Tsuragamae scolds, his voice gruff. You take a deep breath, reminding yourself that he is just worried for you, and that reprimanding you is just his way of showing it.

“I’m not a child,” You say slowly, your frustration mounting. “I appreciate everything the police force has done for me, I know I would be a lot worse off without you all. I do care.”

“You do not act like it,” Tsuragamae barks back, and it’s your last straw.

“I invited you all to my high school graduation, I celebrate my birthdays with you, I call just to talk about my day and ask you to name the cats outside my apartment,” You’re ranting now, voice raising in pitch and volume. It’s no better than what Tsuragamae is doing to you, taking out his frustration, but damnit weren’t you the one who almost died? “I do half my homework in someone’s office or the lobby, I don’t go anywhere for the holidays because I’d rather be with everyone—“

Your nails are digging so deep into your palms you can feel as they break the skin. You know it’s a low blow even before it leaves your mouth, but you’re so exhausted from the last twenty-four hours that you can’t help yourself. “Wasn’t everyone there when my grandmother died?”

The silence that follows is as long as it is painful, because you aren’t sure if you’ve crossed a boundary, and Tsuragamae’s lack of a response somehow feels like more of an answer than any insult he could shoot at you right now. He has to know that it’s killing you, it’s why he’s been doing it this whole car ride, torturing you with the possibilities. 

“I am sorry, I did not mean to lose my temper on you, child,” Tsuragamae finally replies, but he sounds defeated. Even his soul slumps, which is so utterly peculiar for him, it’s like seeing a white flamingo. It takes all the wind from your sails, and you deflate, not even realizing how tense you had gotten. 

“I’m sorry too, I know you guys are just worried about me. If I want you to stop treating me like a child, I should stop giving you reasons to worry,” You say with a mighty sigh, hanging your head and resting it against the back of his seat. 

“Well, that would certainly help,” Tsuragamae agrees, tone softer than before. Knowing that he isn’t angry at you lifts all the remaining weight from your shoulders. 

It isn’t long before he’s pulling to the side of the road and parking his car in front of your building. It must look strange to your neighbors, having the chief of police as your personal chauffeur. Considering all the weird shit you get up to, it probably isn’t all that surprising though.

“I will walk you to your door,” Tsuragamae says, already unbuckling. 

You freeze, panic setting in as you try to come up with an excuse. That eviction notice is still hanging on your front door. “Uhm! Maybe not— I uh- probably have guests!”

Tsuragamae pauses, giving you a pointed stare. 

“Spot and Harley are probably outside, they uhm— they might get scared?” You venture, knowing damn well the cats Spot and Harley like Tsuragamae worlds more than you. 

“If you would rather spend the time alone, I understand,” Tsuragamae replies, putting his seatbelt back on. You sigh quietly with relief, and open your car door, stepping out and bending at the waist to give him one last wave goodbye.

“I’ll see you soon, old man,” You say brightly, your most charming smile on as you wave enthusiastically before slamming the door and scream laughing in your dash away from his car.

“I had better not!” Tsuragamae shouts as he rolls down his window, a few more warnings mixed in as you giggle your way up the steps of your apartment. 

When you turn the corner to walk down the corridor to your apartment, you find that suspiciously enough, there are no guests. 

‘That's odd.’

You reach your door, and find it’s already a crack open. It sets off your alarm bells, but by nature you’re a curious person, so instead of running down to wave Tsuragamae back to help you investigate, you push open your door like every main character in a horror movie. 

Inside, sitting on your bed, is a man in his late fifties. He's got on the most ancient pair of glasses to survive the 13th century, a vibrant purple suit that has definitely seen better days, and a scarf. In May. 

His soul is a terrible green color, nothing at all like Tsuragamae’s. It’s foul and yellow tinted, and it reminds of how a leaf yellows when it dies. It sags and pools near his feet, sliming around him. You follow the movement with your eyes, distress mounting. 

“Dude, you didn’t even take off your shoes,” You say with horror, looking down at the footprints he tracked over your carpet. 

“You’ll have to forgive my rudeness,” The absolute monster who soiled your cozy home (jail cell), says, looking at you with growing interest. “I’m here to ask you about your future.”

“I don’t need help finding God,” You fume, snapping your fingers and pointing to the door, which is still standing open. “You can take your proselytization and knock off Prada pumps to the public service building down the street. I don’t do charity work.”

“I’m not a preacher,” The man says, still sitting on your bed, and still pressing his musty shoes into your carpet. His soul jumps with vexation, but you're certain that you're angrier than he is at this moment. “I want to know what you’ll do now that Stain is gone.”

“Hopefully my lab report. I’m a day late,” You sass, stomping closer to him, knowing full well you would lose in a fight if things escalated. “If that’s all, can you fuck off?”

“Kicking me out already? You haven’t even heard me out,” He says, looking up at you through his ugly ass glasses with a smile that’s more gums than teeth. 

“You know what, I'm just gonna call the police,” You say, taking out your phone and swiping to the call app, already dialing Tsuragame’s personal number. You make sure he can see you doing it too, because you are a bitch who’s always ready to be called on her bluff. 

“Wait—!”

‘That's more like it.’

“Oh? Don’t want me to?” You ask innocently, pressing each number with added theatrics. “You know how to make it stop.”

He does in fact know how to make it stop, because he grabs your wrist and snatches your phone from you. You were fully expecting him to leave your house, and you aren’t entirely sure why someone who broke in would do the morally right thing. Maybe Tsuragame has a point about the whole reckless thing. 

“Stupid girl, do you not hear me? I’m trying to give you an opportunity,” He seethes in your face, squeezing your wrist. His breath smells like smoke, forcing you to wrinkle your nose and crane your head away from him just to make it clear you think he stinks. 

“And are you not hearing me? I don’t want an opportunity from someone who broke into my house and can’t take no for an answer,” You spit back, struggling to yank your wrist away, swinging your foot out to knock his shin. Neither attempts work, as he is both stronger and quicker than you. 

“Your door was unlocked, I wouldn't call that breaking in,” He argued, throwing you full force at your mattress to face plant into the comforter. You roll over and push yourself up again as quickly as you can, only to freeze as you come face to face with him hovering inches away from you, glaring behind his lenses. “I’m trying to reconnect you with Stain’s colleagues. Get you some friends when you’re clearly down on your luck, if you truly want me to leave you alone while the whole world scrambles to find you, I will.” 

“What…” You stare back at him, wondering if you're still hungover and just misunderstood. “What do you mean the whole world is scrambling to find me.”

The old man doesn’t answer you, instead he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, clicking at the screen before turning it to you to display a video. He presses play and you cast him a curious glance. “You wanted to know.”

The video plays, and it details Stains life. It’s clearly propaganda, and you can feel your patience waning. Just as you're about to slap his phone from his hand and demand your own back, a clip of Stain raving begins to roll. What you failed to realize last night thanks to how wasted you were, is that Stain is absolutely captivating. Not in an attractive, charming way, but in a way that makes you sit and listen because his determination just pulls you right in. 

So you sit, and you listen. It’s a miracle you managed to completely miss this speech last night, because it’s absolutely terrifying. But it captures your attention, and you get so sucked in that you forget what you're supposed to be looking for until Giran pauses the video just before it ends. He forces the phone closer into your face, and that’s when you see it. There, just behind Stain, is your fallen figure.

It’s just your luck that both the Nomu and the green-boy were out of the shot, but you remain just enough in frame to vaguely decipher your features. You glance down at the view count and blanche at the number, feeling horror strike you further when you spot just how short it’s been up for. 

“You’re in the frame for less than two seconds and yet you’re the star of the show. Nearly every comment is about you, who you are, where you are, and what your connection to Stain is,” Giran pulls his phone away from you to look at the screen himself, opening the comment section and scrolling through them. “Strangely enough, no one seems to think you’re innocent. Looking at you now, I’d have never guessed you were capable of killing 46 people.”

“I was proven innocent in court for those deaths,” You say defensively, your heart rate picking up with every second. From the angle you’re at, you can’t see what the comments are saying, but you can imagine how obsessive they are. Fans of serial killers are the worst type of people. 

“And isn’t that something?” Giran says more than he really asks, like he’s making a point. He sounds so sure of himself. Certain that you killed those people. You wonder if that’s what everyone thinks. If they think you killed every person you helped move onto the next world so they wouldn’t be alone.

What if the whole world thinks you killed your grandmother?

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears now, the rushing of your blood growing until there is nothing but a dull ringing echoing in your mind and your body trembles. Did Tsukauchi and Tsuragamae know about this? Why wouldn’t they bring it up? Why wouldn’t they warn you? 

Swallowing the fear that’s paralyzed you is nearly an impossible task. Your stomach feels like it’s dropped to the bottom of the Earth, and your anxiety has nowhere to go. Giran’s mouth is moving with words, but you can’t hear him over the damn ringing in your ears. His ugly face isn’t helping you calm down at all. 

You really wish you had your phone so you could call someone to help. You really really wish you could check to see what people are saying about you. You really really really wish the world would just stop for a minute so you could calm down. 

How can you be in your own home, in your own bed, and feel so out of place? Out of body? Maybe you do need therapy, or god or whatever. It’s getting difficult to see on top of losing your sense of hearing, and you know it’ll only be a matter of time before you black out. But how can you black out when apparently a bunch of killer fans are hunting you down? You aren’t safe. You aren’t safe— You aren’t-

Just as it feels like there will be no salvation from your mind, a wave of calm washes over you.

It’s so sudden and dramatic that you actually sway in your spot, feeling light headed. The blindspots in your vision get worse for a few seconds even as you regain control over your body, blinking deliriously. You’re so wildly confused by it that you just pat at your forehead until you’re staring at the gross guy hovering over you.

The calm fades, leaving you empty and deeply confused, but at least your hearing has returned. 

“…it’s funny though, they were there too yet all anyone can talk about is you and Stain. Be sure not to lay the ideology on too thick when you meet ‘em,” Giran’s words are finally louder than the ringing. He must really like the sound of his own voice to be talking for so long with no answer from you. He's still going through the comments on that stupid video. “The boss isn’t too fond of the Hero Killers ideology.”

“You talk too much,” You grumble, bringing a hand up to rub at your temples. 

“You can call me Giran,” The man says, almost curiously as he pockets his phone with a grin just as slimy as his soul. 

“…I’m [S/N],” You return slowly, still feeling like someone’s just dropped a bombshell on you. 

“I know,” Giran says smuggly, finally taking his phone from your face and leaning away. “I want to help you, [S/N].”

“You can start by taking your shoes off,” You reply, standing from your bed and huffing, but all the fire has left your words. You’re biting at your lips, pulling at the dead skin you get caught between your teeth as you stare between Giran and his phone. 

“Outside it is then,” Giran turns, finally walking out your door and into the hallway. He summons a lighter and cigarette from literal thin air, and lights it up, taking a drag before you can even reprimand him for it. 

“How exactly are you going to help me?” You ask, following after him. 

“Every villain in Japan is feeling motivated by Stain’s little going away speech. But he’s not here to follow up on any of that talking he did, so a lot of people have this overwhelming motivation to do something about it,” Giran explains, smoke leaving his lips and stinking up your entryway. “Not everyone can be a lone-wolf like Stain though. So they’re looking for a new leader.” 

“And what, they think that’s me?” You ask dubiously, squinting your eyes at him and waving a hand in front of your face to try and prevent yourself from breathing in any ash. 

“You aren’t much of a leader,” Giran remarks, looking you up and down. “Though, neither was Stain. Not sure how you managed to get close with the guy.”

“Uhm yeah,” Is your intelligent response, because telling Giran you were not close to Stain seems like a stupid idea.

“It’s too bad he’s going to Tartarus. But I guess it makes sense. With all the public craze, I wouldn’t put it past someone to try and break him out. At least there, he’ll be locked up for sure,” Giran takes another drag, flicking some soot onto your welcome mat and rubbing it in with the toe of his shoe.

Thankfully for him, you’re too preoccupied with what he said to flay him for it. “In Tartarus? Is that… what the news said?”

“Yeah, Endeavor made a public announcement and everything. Figures a guy like him would end up being the one to capture the Hero Killer,” Giran shrugs, then sends you a curious glance over the top of his rims. “Did you not know?”

“Uh—“ You stumble, realizing you came dangerously close to releasing apparently top secret information to someone who definitely shouldn’t know about it. “No, I just got out of investigation. I was at the station all day, and night. I haven’t gotten a chance to check the news.”

‘Why didn’t anyone say anything? Why are they keeping his death a secret?’

“They investigated you?” Giran asks, with a sudden wave of suspicion. His nasty slime soul spikes with thinly concealed threat, and you force your strongest poker face. 

“And they found me innocent of any crimes, just figured I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time,” You say smoothly, making direct eye contact with Giran as you do. He hesitates for a moment before relaxing, going back for another smoke, soul evening. You aren’t much of a liar, you never have. Thankfully, half truths and leaving out important information suits you just fine.

“You’re lucky, not sure how you managed that with all those lie hound-dogs they’ve got, but maybe you aren’t as useless as you seem,” Giran concedes, dropping his cigarette and stomping on it twice before turning away from you. “Good to know, I’ll be in contact, [S\N].”

“Huh? Wait, you— you’re leaving? Now?” You stammer, panic seizing you. You still have so many questions. What about helping you? What about the opportunity? What are you supposed to do with everything you’ve learned?

“Send me a text when you make up your mind, I put my contact in your phone,” Giran tosses your phone at you (which you totally didn’t forget he had), and you dance around to try and catch it, sighing with relief when you manage to get all ten fingers around it. 

And then he’s gone, only the smoke of his cigarette at your feet still burning. You check your phone screen to see that he had in fact left a contact on your phone, but it only had the text message function available, the phone call button grayed out. 

Just below, in the notes section, he’s written “The job will pay well, don’t miss out.” You laugh at the absurdity, and also a little at his audacity, but mostly you laugh because this is the first job offer you’ve ever gotten in your whole 20 years of living. And you don’t even know what the job is. 

’What a dick. I should kill that guy.’

➢ . . . . .

Giran is a fucking liar.

If you didn’t hate him before, you certainly do now. “I’ll contact you soon”, quickly became two weeks of waiting for him to reach out. When you’d sent him a text, he didn’t even bother answering, the asshole just left you on read.

It ends up being the most stressful two weeks of your life. Your homework managed to pile up after a single night of absence, and your recent slump hasn’t made it any easier to catch up. 

And by slump, you mean late-night internet diving about any information you can find on yourself. 

You know it’s stupid, but it’s so tempting, and the anxiety of not knowing what’s coming keeps you up at night anyway. Your logic was to get it out of your system in one go, just to relieve your anxiety and get back to your norm.

And then relieving the anxiety became scrolling on Reddit for hours under Stain forums. And Yotube. And TigTog. And Twitter, which you’d managed to block Endeavor on. You’ll never forgive him for ratting you out. 

From what it seems. No one knows where you live. It’s at least not public information, which you have the police department to thank for. They keep your documents under tight restriction thanks to how many people already hated you for your “accidental” appearances at their loved one’s passing. 

How Giran found you in under 24-hours is beyond you, but he’s clearly a man who has connections, and he’s been the only one. It isn’t much of a comfort, but you’re safe for now, so all you can do is hope.

Matter of fact, the only thing anyone seems interested in talking about you is your involvement with death. It’s like they don’t really care about you, they just care about how your mind works, and how you managed to ‘get away with murder so many times’. 

It’s dehumanizing, and awful to read, but it’s also deeply addictive. You couldn’t admit you had a problem until the tenth day, when the first thing you did when you woke up was reach for your phone to check if there had been any new posts about you (there had). Checking your phone first thing when you wake up was so unlike you that you just gave up and deleted most, if not all your apps to try and cut the problem off at the root. 

The worst part of it all is that you feel as though you can’t talk to anyone about it. You have the station, but you aren’t sure how much you trust them right now. Stain is dead, and yet the whole world knows a different story. As far as they’re concerned, you don’t know that the dark side of the internet is making you out to be some princess of darkness, a harbinger of reckoning. You literally just told both Tsukauchi and Tsuragamae that you don’t watch the news, and they know damn well you don’t talk to anyone outside of your close knit circle at the police department. 

You don’t want them finding out about Giran, because then they’d know you’re getting evicted, and that would really suck. You also don’t know how you’re supposed to justify not immediately calling the police when you found a stranger in your home. Yeah, too many lectures. You’ll deal with internet-anxiety. 

You’ve got, at best, a week and a half before you’re effectively homeless. That isn’t Giran’s fault, nor should you reasonably be placing all your bets on him getting you a job (because seriously, who the fuck trusts a guy like that), but you’re anxious and out of options. 

When he does finally message you back, it’s one short text with the most cryptic description of a meetup spot you’ve ever seen. You genuinely stare and scratch your head at it for five minutes before going to sleep and deciding it’s a tomorrow-you problem, like you usually do.

Tomorrow-you suffers greatly for the consequences of her actions though, because you remain just as stumped about what the hell you’re supposed to be doing, where you’re going, and if you should be telling someone. 

Giran doesn’t tell you what type of job it is, so you don’t bring anything with you. If he wanted you to, tough shit, he should’ve been more specific. You set out on foot to the random ass part of town Giran mentioned and figure that you’ll just have to check everywhere until you find him. Then, in all your mighty wisdom, you don’t tell anyone where you’re going. Again. 

‘What they don’t know can’t hurt them.’

Finding the location Giran gave you was ridiculously difficult, much more than it probably should have been. You’re well aware you’ll need your wits about you, and that these types of dealings are typical for whatever mess you’re about to land yourself in, but for fucks sake street-smarts have never been your thing. 

The only thing you’ve learned from ending up in a detective’s office every other weekend is that you have the survival instincts of a dodo bird. 

When you do finally make it to the sketchy building Giran had vaguely (very vaguely) described over text, you take a moment to consider your options with your hands on your hips. This was probably your last chance to turn back and keep your innocence. You might not be shrewd, but you were aware enough to recognize that whatever ‘job’ Giran had for you, probably wouldn’t be entirely legal. Not when he asked you to meet in a building like this. 

Whatever. It doesn’t matter what he’s got planned, there can’t possibly be a bigger crime than that ugly ass scarf and purple suit coat combo. You’ll be fine.

Shrugging, you make your way through one of the doorless entrances and into the building, careful not to step on any broken glass shards. The inside is just as abandoned and sad looking as the outside, but the air is remarkably more stale. If you breathed deep enough, you could catch the faint trace of something dying. 

There’s not much of anything around besides bugs and weeds. This place isn’t just abandoned, it’s straight up deserted, reclaimed by nature. You’re sure if you weren’t specifically avoiding checking, you would find several spiders in any available corner or dark hole. 

The only real sign of human occupation is the faint sound of voices somewhere deeper in the building. It takes you a bit of wandering to figure out exactly which direction they are coming from though, because your senses are dogwater. 

When you do, you’re careful to walk quietly, tiptoeing as slowly as possible because realistically you have the stealth skills of a seagull. The voices get louder, and you can make out the familiar grimey tone of Giran among them.

There’s a door that’s mostly closed, with more light than any other room peeking out from under the gap. You’re certain it’s the right room, and you think yourself clever as you lean against the wall next to it. You have every intention to be the gossipy-eavesdropping-bitch you were always destined to be, but freeze when the talking stops and one of the voices speaks much louder than before. 

“You can stop being shy and come in now,” The voice from the other side of the door commands. Damnit, busted.

Pushing away from the wall, you move to stand in front of your entryway to hell instead. You try to peek at the crack between the doorframe to figure out if you can see who is inside, and if you really want this. If there’s hookers on the other side of this door, you’re gonna run for the hills and move to a tiny island in the middle of the sea. 

You cringe as you push the door open more with your foot, its hinges scream out impossibly loud. Inside, are three figures, who all turn to look at you.

Giran, who’s green soul flickers with interest as he spots you. An admittedly very cute looking girl with twin blonde buns on either side of her head and a soul of such a pale red color it looks pink. Finally, a man with large patches of burn scars and piercings lining every inch of his skin, who has the most pained purple soul you’ve ever laid eyes on. 

“Ah, there she is. Meet Stain’s apprentice.”

[5ond3r]

Halloway, one of the last thylacines to lose their lives to a hunter, was given a choice by Death.

Cross over and join her family in the afterlife OR stay behind and guide the last members of her kind to theirs. She chose to stay behind.

Her scarf is a pseudo grim reaper cloak and nowadays she leads endangered species to the other side.

[theauthor0]

A True Killer

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INFO

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The fusion of Something New, After!Tale, and Sonder!Tale

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STORY

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It starts out as Killer story as Chara begins to manipulate killer

As time pass by when they are in the last corridor Killer betrays Chara and they begin to fight

It ends with Killer winning but seriously injured with a giant slash across his chest holding Chara soul

Killer decides instead of this soul going to waste, he would absorb it and he did

However this is an event that the game did not predict, this was never supposed to happen as such the game crashed

Killer who was still awake saw everything disappear except him and then in a flash he felt his body be torn apart, the pain was so bad he went unconscious

When he awoke, he was in the save screen at the same time he also noticed that his body has completely changed

His body was no longer his instead it was Chara body, it seemed that when he absorbed the soul he gained both chara body and determination

However Chara wasn’t gone instead Chara became a black sprite that was tied to Frisk who is now playing the game

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CHARACTERS

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True!Killer

Chara

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CREDITS

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After!Tale by @loverofpiggies

Something!New by @rahafwabas

Sonder!Tale by @xedramon

[libidomechanica]

That thine is out it shall part us

A kimo sequence

               1

Voice, and for ese of engendrure, the sea. And to greet chiertee! That thine is out it shall part us!

               2

As year by year to me. I sink back on what helpeth thee and years, they fled, which I lean toward me.

               3

His two eyes like apple he’ll nourish special instant more taugment. Beforehand. Angel of fire.

               4

Ah, my Perilla, after being their yearly t would have heard of Gold! Reading, but well thee.

               5

Pity the way did lie. Mere fellow, but with many a rose. Into the watching love than wine!

               6

But alas, nor who thus err, in some divine! The flowers shoulder, a birthday party where heart!

               7

Through the glow to which is Solomon had a cousin tumbled on your person, twelve boats will pleas’d.

               8

One writen of my back in the river. And held him, and alle the sea entomb’d the way home.

               9

I took witnesse well that all is well as the touch of early to tune. Whan that feele the sea.

               10

A parting frown. That ever night, and finding me, whan that vague fear of oure dame? Take wings in tears.

               11

Appearing died but Mercy changes wrought? Her spirit seal; I had no sinner? Regret is dead.

               12

Know. Besides his own beneath, and zoned with a far more the screams of love, that Martha! Cherry plum.

               13

Who make a sonder: or as the fountain- skirted plaintiue pleasant fruits. We are low; my paths so deare.

               14

Be something seasons bring. Wretched woman is not Europe alone, she dwells a loveliness.

               15

Or elles hadde and good and grasps a golden hair. My loue of place? She is a long low island.

               16

At all the stand amid thy spiritual strife; ring in your ideal: ’ she replied Melissa—you!

               17

We are not wrong, who deem that we see and these halls of men. As the drifts and all thy speechless song.

               18

Being had, to the best endow’d she gazed upon. There cannot think once more than if with some glorie.

               19

What did I leave the wave. At breaker breathed his sight of long streets, and stir that holds the closing door?

               20

He is not Europe alone on the steam floats that made him: thou art now a saint. And when at last.

               21

For sometimes peace march in Washington. The Death Of The Old Year the rapt oration from the pit.

               22

For Poesy! Or Love’s sake, will be Easter- time in the yellow-sailed across,— or a bird; the name?

               23

Now herkneth how I do love thee! His eyes, for it was but could not be beleeued. His hand again.

               24

Which kills me they say; come! Cuts like pillars the living waters are done, the like two young De Foix!

               25

A librarian in Calcutta and answer, or redresse. Why so dull and love that is wys.

               26

‘Our enemies have put off my bed’s— sprawl? Tis now some to helle, take some dead shall I doe, thought down!

               27

The day was drown’d, let darkness and long, and all he seem’d, and summon’d the foule euill hath his hoold.

               28

Children being workman. Low rang in his own name is greete, and glutted all its dreams in x-ray.

               29

Calm within my hand grains of Being and flower and fragrance. Caught once back to where I am.

               30

In feith, he shore. What vaster grew to say over every turn lived together it best beloued.

               31

Will flash of phrases of men. ’ The foundation roll in all the warstle and thus he stayed awake.

               32

Won’t you were much better know, my loue did part, and tree the sun, and plight. Makes free from out your mind.

               33

I dream’d their slender feelings I thought, in rain.—My Sandy O. Could I meet? And of mine owne paine.

               34

Show me thy legs, thy soule for ever. In the sound arose in all his keen and rain, no screen them.

               35

I stretching and spite and make, and to cease. They be not glanced from me quite; so that have relished fate.

               36

That each, who succeeds? Unity of place, for I am but an earth o’ergrown and living soul.

               37

Where she singing education, depth of pains, and joly as a pye. Nor do wrongs receiver?

               38

Inspiration fringed from the direction, sent into the pond? Assert itself would not die.

               39

He spak moore it breaks the Patrician left- legs, which is Solomon. It is thy look and brought down!

               40

And though that you use throughout the morals, some bare-headed, on the grave. I confess it were sealed.

               41

Lo, heere expression is, among the vale! Heaven descend—the fault, the roughly, threatening her grave.

               42

For if the Salt I have him too, and Don Juan for to please. The while my eye like the spot away!

               43

It is thy locks are wringing I no further rang, Not Death; not one would he adore a sultan?

               44

The travellers, ’ but now in its embraced in lives so fair, till even the hill. Her matchless song.

               45

In hart both be drowned actress’s scratch marks. The lowness in the stones of the peasant Joan and may blow?

               46

And there is there shattering. The soldier took a hauf, and that draws near the village. Your countries.

               47

Whose feet long, up in thee? Thou seist that broad stairs into the feeble soul. I’m always is complaint.

               48

My dove, my sister when we meet, whence we descend below their own heart. For shame away: the soul?

               49

The runaways would not less, though she spray. Walks o’er my syde, till the dawn. About him, and deep pleats.

               50

Suggestion with each; and man. To hold the dreamy urn; farewell to an epoch with sapphires.

               51

How know I what here will sees thou seist to make away to mind. Were less: my love, where all the Muse.

               52

And in me behind, against all the while the way to vary from its for hate. There it good smell.

               53

A genial hour with bowèd necks, we glided windows, shewing him; we have said! Come to his banners.

               54

Breathe a thousand. That purple noon’s repose, a sea of sorrowe. Breathless fire, a nursing, measure.

               55

Shape of the Banquet in the valley. Call to your own hall to hill and if that Evangelist.

               56

Wild Hours there hope in dust: ’ might drown her eye- lids down, and rising fire: and if twas I. The dying.

               57

And both have put off my bed was their youth; nor shudder at the house in a place! Lo, as a gnat.

               58

From home; twill not she of the prime of brown and away below! Come, whate’er thou would understand.

               59

As I lay in a cave eating up your hair. To be in spirit animates eterne on lyve!

               60

Who loved remain the red fool-fury of the mead so chillingly shoulders, breast; she saw the brain.

               61

The place. For what was it makes me laughing at his face aglow with great offices of thought down!

               62

The pain, and his ape, in a Hercules his sely man sat still content. And wood and figure.

               63

—Death, I said you have you? Thy sliding keel, till the spirit—not a stone with what unusual luck!

               64

And wound I see a form, limping the seas, and duty clash! Well he said, I murmur from my kind?

               65

I struck not one that breath the Parable— wretch! He fought Aurelian, and ear were so cross the lives.

               66

Now thee to thank thee! ’ I die. To make a mist that loves but with an angry wyf doun in the lot.

               67

Itself to dwell on doubts and sigh the loves him yet, like the corps lay in the darkening learnt? To shifte.

               68

Ended horses wait; they beheld to blesse! If they don’t much loyalties’ expensive talk from law.

               69

And I wol have, I nyl nat leve no moment at once or two: tis held in the please. That euer sene?

               70

The church below. I should spare: let all my bed the sea dirges low rang in his explanation.

               71

Quit, quit for syk unnethes my feet. Clusters of the school-boy feelings beautifully into thee.

               72

Thy prison-wall to worships it. Of her long Excursion I think to peace, and in mine owne paine.

               73

But, ah, soon I have sought it later. Of his love is strong wine, and standing all from central sea.

               74

; The scenery of before the grave to thee. The field and night, when all the ground and pitie augment.

               75

And making a signal off some coquettish deceit. As something up. Grave doubt: but when she talks.

               76

Both the midnight, that I wanted wings: chestnut pattering urn: and doun, yet hastow mordred me?

               77

The rest of the vale! Its disgusting tranquilly, white and partly mine; a lifelong tract of time?

               78

So he would be forborn, unless when there’d been the vasty version has generally no great?

               79

Days order’d in, when some dead leaf enrolls the lips of men. Are swears the bridal flower of pain.

               80

In woods, to roar, and all we flow from this: but when did woman. Behold a fire: she brought to save.

               81

Nor branding all from either of my champagne flute. We love in which has pleasing so overwrought?

               82

Remember, I, when soft the ended here. Ring in the day of this agony of pleasure you!

               83

And the landscape winking Stephen to crown! Such fond fantsies shall pass; the past will; and breaking blood.

               84

Late reviving Roman prince did not say? And yet can die: and you shalt wane, so fair. You are her.

               85

Now, since our aims: work of Ida, to call things. Slain by those wild instinct of gold hath power too.

               86

Will let his wont. High wisdom, Better by far you shalt nat bothe, thogh thou hast made. In her obteine.

               87

Without drawing blue the fortress came the moons, or here she. Footstep leaps no more I standing there?

               88

Someone lives in the glass a whit, to say over every day fresh arrival. There at my feet.

               89

Those four and thus for richesse, he som tyme was a clusters of Jerusalem. The wisest run.

               90

Had fallen, have fallen dumb. They that same place, and rare as beauty and tenderness; and the sink?

               91

Apart in gastful groue there. Of Clitermystra, for heaven: her sale sent home some sailing myrrh.

               92

Email: enter email privacy refunds advertise new poems stink like a woman go?

               93

Taunt me all the page from his holy and wind, the carcanet. Should have loved, let us away!

               94

A slumber did my spinning the reason. Thee over the shrieking soul. You say, but while he slept.

               95

Rose up to God, than in the Veil, where is the most I love and then I’ll shew thee thar nat pleyne thee.

               96

Link to win. To dwell with daily new and that, where the keeps you as my chest, or something so low?

               97

And why should scorn. Twelve days she nor can I sink back shuddering grace, the kitchen. To all mankind.

[shurisbathwater]

Okayyy🤭🤭

@lluvstrksl4t @shurismainbxtch @shuriszn

I was tagged by @risingphoenix761 to list five songs I’m currently listening to. Thanks hun! I am mostly listening to these tunes entirely too often…

1. Jamie T - Zombie

2. Artic Monkeys - R U Mine?

3. Alan Silvestri - The Real Hero

4. Michael Giacchino - Ratatouille Main Theme

5. Carol G - Tusa

I tag @evansrogerskitten @simplykenni @cocoamoonmalfoy @princessmisery666

[writing-whats-that]

Okay so idk why I stayed on anon last time because my main blog isn't a secret??? Anyway, itsa me meg again!!! in reference to that ask meme u reblogged about gettin personal, I wanna know: 2, 11, 24, 29, 41, 61, 77, 82, 90, 95, 99 🤗🤗

Ah! I love you for sending me asks! I’ve missed being able to answer these. But here we go! It’s kinda long and I hope I don’t have too many typos!

2. If you could meet anyone on this Earth, who would it be?

I am but a simple soul, Yoongi from BTS. Despite the language barrier and all. I really appreciate his lyrics from not only his mixtape but also his lyrics in BTS. (at least from the translations I get, since I don’t know Korean myself.) Hopefully that doesn’t sound stupid? I’m a tiny bit tired right now, so I hope I’m not sounding too dumb!

11: Do you have any strange phobias?

Uh, lots actually! One of them being touching anything that’s liquid if I don’t exactly know what it is, also not being able to handle raw meat and a whole list of others.

24: Do you have a collection of anything?

No? Unless you count my recent influx of buying and I suppose collecting notebooks. I used to collect rocks as a little kid though. If we’re being honest here, I lose stuff way to easily to have a collection.

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

Tricky question! It’s the whole I’ll see it when I believe it for ghosts, but I also have OCD and that ties into it too, but I won’t get into that right now. As for aliens. Yes! Are they as crazy cool as the movies make them out to be? In the wise words of John Mulaney, “Who’s to say?”

41: What was the last book you read?

It was a poetry book! Dropkick Romance by Cyrus Parker. (I should go out and get more books to read!)

61: Are you wearing socks right now?

No! And you can’t make me!

71: How can I win your heart?

You already have! Haha, like I said above though, I’m a simple soul. I just want someone to genuinely care about me, someone who is patient and understanding. Some one who also enjoys my sense of humor is already half way there. Of course I would never ask for something I couldn’t give in return. (Besides the humor aspect, I’m not terribly funny!)

82: What is your favorite word?

Sonder:(n) The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

“Yikes! How did you guys get in?” Probably go back to sleep and deal with it in the morning unless they end up murdering me in my sleep.

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

Trick question, how am I supposed to decide when I don’t know where you will be in that moment!

(Ah, but I’ve recently really have been wanting to go to Ireland!)

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

Ah, please don’t live off the basis of “oh, I have more time/we have more time” because that really isn’t the case. Time is limited, tell those you love that you love them, tell them how happy they make you. Spend time with them if you can. Don’t be pessimistic about it though, sure you don’t know what life’s gonna throw at you, and you don’t know how much time you have, but you can make the most of it. (Despite how difficult it is, not everyone can do it seamlessly. Just try your best, do what you can and try not to feel bad if you can’t always get out of bed or “make the most of the day” as some people like to say.)

[brendansafr]

capitulating

i am sick and tired of the constant capitulating wishing for death waiting for checks for another month of suffering buffering internet lazy slack sweat waiting for someone to save me from debt

stuck in my box afraid to go out of it afraid of what happens when i sit inside die inside zombified petrified faking lies breaking ties shatter glass window while the sirens outside did somebody die? am I still alive lets trade laces trade places next time because a bed or a gurney makes no difference to the attorney caught in this whirlwind of pain hurting economy dirt lurching halt eat salt join the cult of jerking off to winning lottery numbers waiting to hear til the click of the tumblers waiting to hear til the door get knocked down suicide caller someone's on the fifth floor ready to jump I'm just playing faking feigning didn't even do it for attention just did it to hear the squealsof the tires fat pig cops burning rubber screeching tires for real just wanna see em sweat just wanna hear the boots start fast then slow down hear em huffle and puff cause theres no lift just stairs just wanna hear the battering ram at my door while i huff, puff, smoke a joint on the edge and imagine the apartment building as a seaside bluff with a rocky sea below

pray I don't have to watch would you close your eyes? be surprised? when I say I feel like a clown when I jump cause when I do I see that view from halfway down Alison Tafel, you brilliant but me I ain't shit just a stupid piece of shit eyes open while I'm aiming my fall so my brain hits a rock before the water teeter totter in the rearview mirror brain hippocampus beater car so high I don't know how I got this far or why I even bother to drive to the corner store to get a bag of something crunchy eye the lottery booth as I walk by but I know I can't resist so I sigh, fuck it buy, cause fuck it and when I get home I lie to myself and lie down pray the lord my soul but not to keep just prayin' please god let me die in my sleep so tomorrow I don't have to wake up wonder wander down paths feeling somber water my plants and get hit with the sonder not that I'm comparing cause their lives ain't even vibrant, they're bleak just like mine it may be that the meek inherit the earth but what will it be worth if it's been shat on since birth and taxed on its girth and waxed cynical dearth waned into terrible growing pains emerging from dirt

[new-poets-society]

Man of steel

He fakes happy 
For her eyes that gleam 
Like RMS titanic’s wet steel He breaths cold fire 
A cursed dragon 
He’s a compulsive liar 
And his words are his weapon Standing atop mountains high 
Or drowning below oceans of rye 
The pressure of being a man 
Remains tied to his hands 
And he fakes being happy 
So people may see 
That he feels no melancholy 
That he is a man of steel They pass by one another 
Concealing their sonder 
And drowning in a counterfeit persona 
He hides his love for her 
Because he’s afraid 
That she may never 
Come to appreciate his true face 
Little does he know, 
The girl he loves so 
is trapped in the same game

And now, just like years before 
The two wondrous lovers are sore 
Tired and exhausted of pretending to be 
Whomever society craves to see 
As they drown in counterfeit happiness 
They are blinded to one another’s sameness 
They pass one another on the road 
Oblivious to the idea
That they may be two halves of a soul" -Mariam Radi

acetylchlorine bebadi

[luvneedsnosyt]

My Favorite Albums of 2017 (So Far)

Here is my list of my favorite albums half-way through 2017.

You can find my 2016 year end album list here and my 2016 EPs list here

I also have been doing monthly top albums lists: January, February, March, April, May

Honorable Mention:

Big Wild - Invincible EP Genre: Electronic / Dance

Proof: When I Get There, Empty Room (Feat. Yuna)

Cold War Kids - LA DIVINE Genre: Alternative / Indie Rock

Proof: Love Is Mystical, So Tied Up (Los Feliz Blvd) Feat. Bishop Briggs

Hundred Waters - Currency EP Genre: Synth-Pop / Electronica

Proof: Jewel in My Hands, Particle

Kahlid - American Teen Genre: Pop / R&B

Proof: American Teen, Another Sad Love Song

Lyves - Like Water EP Genre: R&B / Pop

Proof: Darkest Hour, No Love

Overcoats - Young Genre: Indie / Synth-Pop

Proof: Leave The Light On, Nighttime Hunger

RØMANS - Automatic EP Genre: R&B / Pop

Proof: Happy Love, Automatic

Sampha - Process Genre: alt-R&B / Soul

Proof: Blood On Me, Timmy’s Prayer

Seramic - I Got You EP Genre: Indie Pop / Funk

Proof: I Got You, Some Mistakes

Spoon - Hot Thoughts Genre: Alternative / Indie Rock

Proof: Hot Thoughts, I Ain’t The One

SOHN - Rennen Genre: Electronic / Pop

Proof: Hard Liquor, Conrad

Sufjan Stevens, Nico Muhly, Bryce Dessner & James McAlister - Planetarium Genre: Indie Pop / Electronica

Proof: Jupiter, Saturn

Tinie Tempah - Youth Genre: Hip Hop

Proof: Texts From Your Ex (Feat. Tinashe), Girls Like (Feat. Zara Larsson)

Vancouver Sleep Clinic - Revival Genre: Alternative / Indie Pop

Proof: Whispers, Killing Me To Love You

The List:

16.) Bishop Briggs - EP Genre: R&B / Soul / Pop

Proof: River, The Way I Do, Dead Man’s Arms, The Fire

15.) A R I Z O N A - Gallery Genre: Synth-Pop / Electronic

Proof: Annie, Feed The Beast, Cross My Mind, Electronic Touch

14.) Bleachers - Gone Now Genre: Pop

Proof: Hate That You Know Me, Don’t Take The Money, Everybody Lost Somebody, I Miss Those Days

13.) Serena Ryder - Electric Love EP Genre: Indie Rock / Blues

Proof: Got Your Number, Revival, Electric Love, Utopia

12.) Tei Shi - Crawl Space Genre: R&B / Pop

Proof: Keep Running, Creep, How Far, Say You Do

11.) Fenech-Soler - Zilla / The Covers EP Genre: Synth-Pop

Proof: Kaleidoscope, On Top, Night Time TV, Touch / Show Me Love (Robin S Cover), Control (Janet Jackson Cover)

10.) Rationale - Vessel EP Genre: R&B / Pop

Proof: Prodigal Son, Vessels, Reciprocate, Tethered

9.) Phoenix - Ti Amo Genre: Synth-Pop

Proof: J-Boy, Fior di Latte, Goodbye Soleil, Fleur de Lys

8.) TCVVX - TCVVX EP Genre: alt-R&B / Electronic

Proof: Into Sleep, Tonight, Crash Course, Days

7.) Joey Bada$$ - ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$ Genre: Hip Hop

Proof: FOR MY PEOPLE, TEMPTATION, LAND OF THE FREE, AMERIKKKAN IDOL

6.) Erik Hassle - Innocence Lost Genre: alt-R&B / Pop

Proof: No Words, If Your Man Only Knew, All of You All Over Me, Missing You

5.) SZA - CTRL Genre: alt-R&B

Proof: Drew Berrymore, Prom, Broken Clocks, Anything

4.) Gorillaz - Humanz Genre: Pop / R&B / Hip Hop

Proof: Momentz (Feat. De La Soul), Andromeda (Feat. D.R.A.M.), Let Me Out (Feat. Mavis Staples & Pusha T), The Apprentice (Feat. Rag’n’Bone Man, Zebra Katz & RAY BLK)

3.) Lorde - Melodrama Genre: Synth-Pop

Proof: Sober, Homemade Dynamite, Writer In the Dark, Perfect Places

2.) The xx - I See You Genre: Indie Pop

Proof: Dangerous, Say Something Loving, Lips, On Hold

1.) Kendrick Lamar - DAMN. Genre: Hip Hop

Proof: DNA., FEEL., LOYALTY. (Feat. Rihanna), HUMBLE., LOVE. (Feat. Zacari), XXX. (Feat. U2)

Others:

Super Dope to Dope:

A.CHAL - ON GAZ [Mixtape], Alexandra Savior - Belladonna of Sadness, Allan Rayman - Roadhouse 01, Allen Kingdom - Lines, Allie X - Collxtion II, Althea - Cold Thoughts EP, Amber Coffman - City of No Reply, Amber Mark - 3:33am EP, Amir Obé - None of the Clocks Work EP, Amp Live - Atmosphere EP, ANE - Bitan EP, ANOHNI - Paradise EP, Anna Wise - The Feminine: Act II, EP, Autumn in June - Magenta, Aquilo - Silhouette, Axwell /\ Ingrosso - More Than You Know EP, Bebe Rexha - All Your Fault: Pt. 1 EP, Bell Biv DeVoe - Three Strips, Betty Who - The Valley, Big Boi - BOOMIVERSE, Blackbear - digital drugloard, Bloom - [SIN]SES EP, B.o.B. - Ether, Brockhampton - Saturation, Brother Ali - All the Beauty in This Whole Life, Buddy - Ocean & Montana EP, Bush - Black and White Rainbows, Cashmere Cat - 9, Charli XCX - Number 1 Angel [Mixtape], Chloe x Halle - The Two Of Us [Mixtape], Cloud Nothings - Life Without Sound, Collie Budz - Good Life, D. Begun - Nosimoto (Nas x Madlib Mash Up), Dan Auerbach - Waiting on a Song, David Banner - The God Box, David Bowie - No Plan EP, Daye Jack - No Data, Deorro - Good Evening, Depeche Mode - Spirit, Destructo - Renegade EP, DJ Quik & Problem - Rosecrans, DJ Skarface - Shadow The Jewels (DJ Shadow x Run The Jewels Mash Up), Dorrough - Ride Wit Me, Drake - More Life, Dua Lipa - Dua Lipa, Dumfounded - Foreign EP, ELHAE - AURA II, Ella Mai - Ready EP, Elsa & Emilie - Kill Your Darlings, Father John Misty - Pure Comedy, Fazerdaze - Morningside, Feist - Pleasure, Fifty Shades Darker (Motion Picture Soundtrack), Fleet Foxes - Crack-Up, Freddie Gibbs - You Only Live 2wice, Future - HNDRXX, Future Islands - The Far Field, FKJ - French Kiwi Juice, The Flaming Lips - Oczy Mlody, Flume - Skin Companion II EP, Flume - Skin: The Remixes, Gabe ‘Nandez - Disconnected EP, Gabriel Garzón-Montano - Jardín, girlpool - Powerplant, Goapele - Dreamseeker, Goldfrapp - Silver Eye, GoldLink - At What Cost, The Gold Setting - Volume and Tone EP, graves - Hilo EP, Grouplove - Little Mess EP, GTA - Good Times Ahead: The Remixes EP, Half Waif - form/a EP, Halsey - hopeless fountain kingdom, Harry Styles - Harry Styles, Heat - Overnight, Her - Tape #2 EP, H.E.R. - Vol. 2, Incubus - 8, Jack & Jack - Gone EP, Jacques Greene - Feel Infinite, Jacob Banks - The Boy Who Cried Freedom EP, Jamiroquai - Automation, James Fauntleroy - Dojo EP, James Fauntleroy - Warmest Winter II EP, James Hersey - Pages EP, Japandroids - Near To The Wild Heart Of Life, Jasmine Thompson - Wonderland EP, Jessie Reyez - Kiddo EP, Jimi Tents - I Can’t Go Home, JMSN - Whatever Makes U Happy, Julie Byrne - Not Even Happiness, K.Flay - Everywhere Is Somewhere, Kehlani - SweetSexySavage, K.I.D. - Poster Child EP, Kingdom - Tears In The Club, The Knocks - TESTIFY EP, Klyne - Waterflow (Remixes) EP, Krewella - New World Pt. 1 EP, Kweku Collins - grey EP, LÉON - For You EP, Lewis The Child - Love Is Alive EP, Lido & Santell - Passion Project II EP, LINKIN PARK - One More Light, Little Dragon - Season High, Logic - Everybody, London Grammar - Truth Is A Beautiful Thing, Lupe Fiasco - DROGAS Light, Maggie Rogers - Now That The Light Is Fading EP, Major Lazer - Know No Better EP, Mali Music - The Transition of Mali, mansionz - Mansionz, Mary J. Blige - Strength of a Woman, Matisyahu - The Undercurrent, Matt Martins - The Drum Chord Theory, Migos - C U L T U R E, Mila J - Dopamine, Minus The Bear - Voids, MisterWives - Connect The Dots, MUNA - About U, Murs - Captain California, NAO - For All We Know - The Remixes - EP, Nappy Roots - Another 40 Akerz, Nelly Furtado - The Ride, The New Pornographers - Whiteout Conditions, Nick Murphy - Missing Link EP, Niia - I, no suits - Virgin EP, nobigdyl - Canopy, NJOMZA - sad for you, October London - Color Blind: Hate & Happiness EP, Oddisee - The Iceburg, Organized Noize - Organized Noize EP, PARTYNEXTDOOR - COLOURS 2 EP, Passion Pit - Tremendous Sea Of Love, Phantoms - Phantoms, Problem - Chaciville, Promnite - Snake Charmer EP, Perfume Genius - No Shape, Portugal. The Man - Woodstock, Qveen Herby - EP 1, Raekwon - The Wild,  Real Estate - In Mind, Rejjie Snow - The Moon & You, Ride - Weather Diaries, Rose Elinor Dougall - Stellular, Ronald Bruner Jr. - Triumph, Roy Woods - Nocturnal, Run The Jewels - Run The Jewels 3, Saga & Thelonious Martin - Molotov [Mixtape], Sadat X - The Sum Of A Man, Sango - De Mim. Pra Você, Saudin - Before I Met You EP, Sevdaliza - ISON, Shakira - El Derado, Shamir - Hope, Sinead Harnett - Chapter One EP, Sir The Baptist - Saint Or Sinner, Slowdive - Slowdive, Smino - blkswn, Snakehips & MØ - Don’t Leave (Remixes) EP, Snoop Dogg - Neva Left, Sigrid - Don’t Kill My Vibe EP, SiR - Her Too EP, Shy Girls - Salt, The Social Misfits - The Misadventures of Fern & Marty, SoMo - The Answers, Sonder - Into EP, Steve Lacey - Steve Lacy’s Demo EP, Stormzy - Gang Signs & Prayer, Surfer Blood - Snowdonia, Swet Shop Boys - Sufi La EP, Syd - Fin, T-Pain & Lil Wayne - T-Wayne [Mixtape], Taylor Bennett - Restoration of An American Idol [Mixtape], Tennyson x Mr. Carmack - Tuesday Wednesday Thursday EP, Thelonious Martin - A Dozen For Dilla [Mixtape], THEY. - Nü Religion: Hyena, Thievery Corporation - The Temple of I & I, Thundercat - Drunk, TOPS - Sugar at the Gate, Trey Songz - Tremaine: The Album, Trombone Shorty - Parking Lot Symphony, Tuxedo - Fux with the Tux EP, Tuxedo - Tuxedo II, Two Another - EP Two, Vic Mensa - The Manuscript EP, Wavves - You’re Welcome, Wiley - Godfather, WHY? - Moh Lhean, Wyclef Jean - J’ouvert EP, Yellow Claw - Los Amsterdam, Zara Larsson - So Good, 24hrs. - Not Open Late EP, 24hrs. - Sunset Blvd. EP

Dope Enough to Meh:

Anik Khan - Kites EP, Aye Nako - Silver Haze, Bassnectar - Reflective, Pt. 1 EP, Big Sean - I Decided, Blank Body - Isolator EP, Bonobo - Migration, Bryson Tiller - True to Self, The Chainsomkers - Memories…Do Not Open, Charlie Wilson - In It To Win It, deadmau5 - stuff i used to do, Devin The Dude - Acoustic Levitation, Dirty Projectors - Dirty Projectors, The Drums - Abysmal Thoughts, Ed Sheeran - ÷, Eric Bellinger - Cannabliss EP, Eric Bellinger - Eric B for President: Term 2 EP, EMI - Planet, Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G. - The King & I, Fat Joe & Remy Ma - Plata O Plomo, Felix Snow & Wintertime - No Winter Without Snow EP, FOREVER ANTi PoP - Finessin the Rhythm EP, Frances - Things I Never Said, G-Eazy & Carnage - Step Brothers EP, The Goo Goo Dolls - You Should Be Happy EP, IAMSU! - Boss Up [Mixtape], IAMSU! - Boss Up 2 [Mixtape], J Hus - Common Sense, Jeremih - Cinco De MihYo EP, J.I.D. - The Never Story, Jidenna - The Chief, John Mayer - The Search For Everything, John Mayer - The Search For Everything: Wave One EP, John Mayer - The Search For Everything: Wave Two EP, Kid Ink - 7 Series EP, LaToya Luckett - Back 2 Life, Lord RAJA - Amadeus EP, Mac DeMarco - This Old Dog, Machine Gun Kelly - bloom, Mike WiLL Made-It - Ransom 2, MIKExANGEL - NOTHiN 2 SOMETHiN, Mr. Torphat - Trust Me EP, Nav - Nav, Nef The Pharaoh - The Chang Project, Nine Inch Nails - Not The Actual Event EP, Norah Jones - Day Break, Palm - Shadow Expert EP, Paramore - After Laughter, P.O.S. - Chill, dummy, Rag’n’Bone Man - Human, Rayven Lenae - Midnight Moonlight EP, Roger Waters - Is This the Life We Really Want?, Richard Russell - Everything Is Recorded EP, Rick Ross - Rather You Then Me, Ryan Adams - Prisoner, Slow Dancer - In A Mood, The Shins - Heatworms, Talib Kweli & Styles P - The Seven, T.I. - Us Or Else: Letter To The System, Various Artists - Def Jam Presents: Direct Deposit, Vol. 2, Various Artists - HOWSLA, Wale - SHINE, WATERS - Something More, WebsterX - Daymares, Wrekonize - Into the Further, Yaeji -Yaeji EP, 24hrs - Night Shift EP

Not Feeling:

COIN - How Will You Know If You Never Try, Future - FUTURE, Kool A.D. - Sky Ladder, Two-9 - FRVR, Young M.A. - Herstory EP

[midasfantasy]

Sonder & Soul Ties

synopsis : every action has its equal opposite reaction. it wasn’t your fault society failed you, turning you away at every turn for matters outside of your control. for a world built on fighting evil, people suspiciously had a way of ensuring there would always be more of it. so, you can’t really be blamed for ending up surrounded by and helping japan’s most wanted criminals. or for wanting them yourself.

content : BNHA villains x fem!reader

chapter warnings : cursing, blood, violence, alcohol consumption, and general chaos

chapter notes : welcome to s&st! let the dumbass olympics begin ☆���(ゝ。∂)

one, hamartia

If there was one thing you had learned about life, it’s that no matter how great your plans for the future are, you can never predict where you’ll end up. 

You had planned your whole existence around a strong desire to help. When you were a child, you wanted to be a hero just like every one of your classmates. The older you got, the more realistic you had to become. Your quirk was never going to get you into hero work. 

So you shifted gears. 

There are ways to help people, to be celebrated for your contribution to society, even without being a hero. You chose to be a doctor. It was hardly an easy path, considering you did not have parents to fund your goals like many of your peers. But you persisted, because that was all you could do. 

Unfortunately, a medical degree takes more than grit and smarts. While your classmates complained about how many hours they spent studying, you were worried about how many hours you had worked to try and cover expenses. Rent, bills, food, clothes, books, tuition, and treats for the cats that lived outside your rundown dinky apartment. 

Your classmates entertained internships and partners, while you fell deeper into debt and dismay. Between the cost of living and the constant uphill battle that medical school was proving to be, it became despairingly obvious you just weren’t cut from the same cloth as those around you. 

And that’s not even mentioning the murders. 

“Welcome!” 

You nod politely to the store clerk behind the counter of your local convenience store. He is a jolly man with round cheeks and brows so bushy that you can hardly see his eyes. He always works later shifts, which led to the both of you developing something just short of a friendship.

Slinking into one of the aisles, you scour the shelves, squinting under the flickering LED lights. 

“Any updates on those applications?” Bushy Brows asks, fingers strumming over the counter. 

You hesitate, looking over your shoulder and back at him. You’d made the mistake of confessing you could not land a job to him on one of your lonelier nights at this store. He hadn’t stopped giving you pep talks every time you’ve come in since. 

“Nothing good to report here,” You reply with a sigh, picking up a bag of cat treats. 

Bushy Brows crosses his arms and frowns. “I’m sure it’ll work out soon. You’re a good kid. Someone will see it.”

His intentions are in the right place, but that didn’t stop his words from stinging. If only because you wanted to believe he was right.

Your intentions were typically in the right place when you stumble upon nearly dead bodies too. 

You wonder past the coolers, hesitating for a moment when your eyes flitter past a bright green bottle of shochu. Swallowing thickly, you cast another look at bushy brows over your shoulder. 

“I’m glad at least you think so,” You say, pulling open the door to the cooler and standing as close to the shelves as possible. At the same moment you grab a random canned energy drink from the top shelf, you take the bottle of shochu and tuck it close to your side. 

Grunting, Bushy Brows gives you a reassuring smile as you approach the register. He continues making small talk about local job openings he’d seen as he rings you up for the cat treats and energy drink. Job listings that he had been keeping an eye out just for you, all while you hide the bottle of shochu under the counter and hum along placidly. 

You pay, wave him goodbye with a promise to be back soon, and whistle out the front door, stolen shochu hidden all the way. 

Petty theft is the least of your worries when you’ve been to court for murdering over forty people in the last five years. Allegedly.

The details of your quirk make it hard to ignore when someone is about to pass away. Mix that with your desire to help those in need, and you’ve got a young adult finding herself in unexplainable situations. 

Seeing people’s souls had always made you too empathetic for your own good. 

You could see when they fluctuated with strong emotions, when they darkened with a person's vile intentions, if they started to waver and fade when someone was close to death, but most importantly you could impact them. 

It’s a complicated matter, with many rules and limitations you had to learn quietly on your own time. In secret. 

The sun is getting closer to setting now. Hues of yellow and orange painting every concrete surface of the condensed city. Two blocks from your apartment, you run into officer Tamakawa Sansa. He recognizes you just as quickly as you had him, and his feline features warm.

“Not causing any trouble in this part of town, are you?” He asks once he gets closer, slowing down to a stop. 

“I keep telling you folks I’m always on my best behavior,” You smile pleasantly, eyes closing and cheeks rounding as you try to emulate your best impression of someone on their ‘best behavior’. “Practically a saint these days.”

The bottle of shochu weighs heavily in the plastic bag Bushy Brows had given you with your purchases.

“Ah! Don't jinx it, now you’re gonna end up at the station for sure,” Tamakawa says with a laugh. ”I don’t want you bleeding all over my back seat again.”

“Gosh, you make it sound so much worse than it is,” You cover your nose instantly, remembering with warm cheeks how you’d managed to get one of the worst nose bleeds of your life on your way to the station after your last run in with a dead body. It had been nothing short of a catastrophe, which is really saying something considering nose bleeds are nothing new to you. Oh and dead bodies.

“It’ll be fine,” You reassure with a laugh, removing your hand from your face and clearing your throat. There’s a shift in your stance as you move to hide your plastic bag more behind your leg. “What about you? Hosu has been safer lately, what business do you have patrolling around here?”

Tamakawa’s face sombers, and he makes an uncomfortable sound before looking around. You quirk a brow at his behavior, straightening out at the suddenly serious air between you. 

“Well, since Ingenium, we’ve been…” Tamakawa starts, but snaps his mouth shut at your confused expression. “Ah— it’s actually- well— it would be best if I didn’t tell you. I’m not certain I can be discussing this anyways. Just promise you’ll make it home safe?”

‘Well thats fucking weird.’

You don’t know who Ingenium is, probably a hero, you’ll have to look him up when you get back to your apartment. Somehow, you know there is a correlation between the hero and how quiet the streets of Hosu have become, but you're not going to get an answer from Tamakawa clearly. “Uh sure. Like I said, best behavior.” 

Tamakawa’s smile returns, and he nods. “I’m trusting you, [L/N]-san.” 

You both part ways, although now you feel significantly more unsettled than you had before the encounter. The nagging feeling that you’re completely unaware of something malicious brewing sits at the back of your mind, all the way to your apartment. 

‘If Ingenium is a hero, and the streets of Hosu have been safer, doesn’t that mean he’s been doing a good job?’

As you walk up the steps to your apartment floor, you make your second feline encounter of the day. 

Although normally there is a crowd of cute kitties waiting outside your door for you to return with cat friendly snacks, today there is just one guest. A small, frail looking black cat lifts its head from its napping position on your welcome mat, blinking its round yellow eyes at you curiously before hopping up with a flurry of ‘meow!’s.

You freeze, that unsettling feeling from before amplifying by tenfold as you swallow thickly. Most people considered it superstition, or maybe even coincidence that black cats appear before tragic events.

You do not believe in coincidences.

Every time one has crossed paths with you, something explosive comes along right after to send your already tremulous life spiraling further. 

Setting your bag down softly, you crouch to greet your new friend, scratching behind its ears and murmuring greetings under your breath; because it is not any animal's fault your life is shrouded in misfortune. You’d like to blame someone for all your problems, really you would. Life would be a lot less depressing if every shortcoming didn’t feel like your own, but it’s hard to pin a responsibility like that on a kitten as cute as this one.

Chuckling at the kitten’s insistent sniffing of your plastic bag, you open the cat treats and lay out a few for it. It’s at that moment when you see a paper taped to your door and heave a mighty sigh. Putting off your rent was definitely not the smartest move, but at least you know for sure that the only grief this black cat brought with it is an eviction notice. 

Your attention is brought back down when the kitten squeaks up at you, its head curiously tilted to the side. 

“You and your friends better be nice to whoever moves in after I’m gone,” You say, running your fingers down its forehead and over its shoulders, huffing a laugh as it stretches to lean further into your touch, nearly falling over when you move to stand up again. Unlocking your door, you push it open to make your way inside. 

Then the kitten yells at you, like seriously packs everything into clearing its lungs empty as its mouth hangs open in a defiant scream. You startle at the sound, blinking down at the kitten in alarm. “What the hell? You hate real-estate or something?”

You bend back down to touch the kitten again, but it scampers away from you with startling speed, stopping just in front of your staircase before blinking it round amber eyes at you slowly. Then it’s sprinting away again, down the staircase and away from you. 

‘Well that was odd.’

Glancing between the staircase and your apartment, you make a split second decision to abandon your lab report for just a little while longer, slamming your door shut to follow after the mysterious black kitten. You make it back to the ground floor after narrowly stumbling down the cracking staircase leading to your humble abode. When you do, you take a moment to appreciate how quiet it is. Hosu is never quiet, even on weeknights, and especially not in this part of town. 

The kitten is waiting for you at the bottom. It meows at you again, but much more softly this time. You reach down to offer out your hand, more cautious and slowly than before, blinking at the kitten as it stretches its neck forward to sniff your fingers. 

“What are you doing out here?” You ask it, knowing you will not get an answer.

The kitten pulls away from your hand, looking up at you before meowing again. Whatever that means.

It dodges past your hands to weave between your legs, rubbing against your ankle and swatting at your plastic bag. You giggle, standing at full height to watch as the kitten sits and tilts its head curiously at you. Well, you’re already out now, might as well do something about it. Being out at night and risking your academic future via procrastination makes you feel like an epic adventurer, embarking on a mission with your strangely sentient animal companion always at your side.

“Guess you’ll need a name, huh?” You ask the kitten, who blinks up at you with wide amber eyes. Pursing your lips, you squint at it, an idea hitting you. “How about Crowly?”

Crowly blinks, just as oblivious to everything else you say, because Crowly is a cat. It makes you feel a little silly, perhaps even lonely or deranged; but the streets of Hosu are strangely empty tonight, so at least there’s no one to see you basically talking to yourself. 

There’s also this nagging feeling that you're forgetting something important, but when you fail to think of an answer, you resolve to find it at the bottom of your bottle of shochu. You dig through your bag, pull out the bottle and with uncharacteristic strength you twist the cap right off, sniffing and gagging at the scent that comes from the opening. 

Perfect.

You and Crowly set off, making your way towards the center of the city where the buildings are high enough into the sky that you need to crane your neck to see the top of them, and neon signs flicker at every cheap ramen stop. Even the lights within the cubicle office buildings that are normally on every dark hour of the night thanks to Japan’s lovely labor system are off. 

Most people do not make eye contact with you when you walk by, or even acknowledge your existence. Which isn’t totally unusual considering your reputation, but in the busier parts of the city like this one, most people don’t even recognize a so-called criminal like yourself. Normally, your danger warning bells would’ve rung by now, but in the time it took you to travel from your apartment to the city’s center, you managed to get sufficiently buzzed.

It’s strange, not only is there a lack of people around, but there’s a lack of losers in body-tight, neon, elastic suits. You don’t particularly care for heroes, a certain bitterness at your inability to become one yourself makes you avoid any information about them like the plague. However, it’s just weird being out in the city and not seeing them. 

“Guess you’ll just have to be the one to protect me, huh?” You ask, shooting a grin down at Crowly, who is happily trotting at your side, occasionally dodging between your feet to avoid getting stepped on by other strangers. The kitten yells at you rowdily in response, which you take as confirmation. Thank god at least someone will take care of you. 

Just like every other instance in your life, you’ve spoken too soon, because there is a catastrophic sounding crash from just a block or so away, followed by screams and fire bursting high into the air over the top of some buildings. 

You blink dumbly, your grip on your bottle slipping slightly before you scramble to catch it again, afraid it’ll hit your feline companion. Speaking of, Crowly is hissing at the distant commotion, even as people screech and wail running past you. The fierce kitten stays glued at your side though, trembling through its tough act. 

“I don’t know, it kinda seems like a good excuse for insurance money,” You mumble, scratching under your chin. You’re unnaturally calm, even as you can hear buildings crumble and structures boom with force not too far away. “I pay for insurance every month, kinda feels like they should return the favor.”

Crowly is deeply unimpressed, the kitten’s coat smoothing over as it looks up at you with what you can only describe as pure annoyance. You laugh loudly, bending down to scoop up the kitten in one arm as you start marching closer to the doom ahead like the idiot you are. 

There’s less people, but a whole lot more fire and rubble, you have to climb over piles of concrete from collapsed walls just to get a better view at mayhem. Your bottle magically finds itself emptying within your mouth along the way too, but truly, that’s out of your control.

Police sirens blare shrilly at about a mile’s distance, but you can tell with practiced ease that they’ll be here in less than a few minutes. You’ve gotta get your bag before that happens.

You arrive at an abandoned street only a breath away from the main chaos just in time to see Endeavor of all heros arrive and deliver possibly one of the most badass saves you’ve witnessed in person. He managed to throw a giant flaming arrow straight through a mutant quirk users eye, incapacitating them long enough to rescue their hostage before they’re flying off again. 

Your nearly empty bottle falls from your hands, instantly shattering against the stone below on impact. Crowly must’ve jumped from your arms too, since there’s no warm fuzzy weight curled against you. All you can do is watch with mounting panic as the injured flying villain approaches with terrifying speed, shrieking like a wounded animal.

“Crowly, kitty, you should—“ You start to warn the small creature, but when you turn, Crowly is already gone. It makes you strangely heartbroken, even though you’d met the cat merely a few hours ago, you’d gotten attached. 

You’re left no time to think about it though, because suddenly everything is spinning and your body feels significantly lighter. There’s a brief moment where you’re convinced that you’ve fallen over, and your brain is struggling to catch up with the crash. However, when you finally blink the bleariness from your eyes, you realize (with no small amount of horror) that you are way too far off the ground. 

Oh and there’s an equally petrified child next to you. 

You look over at him with what must be your most comically stunned face to date, because he looks a little confused at the sight of you. His expression becomes even more hysterical than before, shouting something that makes your alcohol riddled mind pound. He's got the cutest freckles, the roundest eyes, and he’s wearing some type of costume, probably one meant for heros. 

It's somewhat comforting to think there’s a hero with you, but this kid is definitely no certified professional, and you’re both way in over your heads with the stupid mistake of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It takes about five seconds for you to process that he’s asking if you’re okay, and you realize that he is going to be absolutely no help in this situation. If he was going to do something, he would’ve done it already.

With a ridiculous drunk audacity you wouldn’t otherwise have at this height, you struggle around violently, finding that something, or rather someone, is holding you with one hand (talon?) around your waist. Woah. That's kinda— 

The next second you’re hitting the ground with enough force to send you into comatose, the talons releasing you as you make contact with the concrete violently. You’re so stunned you don’t even feel the stone scrape your skin, just the way your body bounces when it does. That is going to hurt tomorrow.

Groaning, you begin to sit up, pushing your forearms against the ground until you can start to make out details from your surroundings again. You don’t think you actually made it very far in terms of distance, but there’s a crater trail leading to your stop, the sidewalk nothing but a victim to your crash. 

You whip your head back and forth, trying to find a familiar face in the chaos, knowing that if there’s trouble like this, there’s gotta be at least one police officer nearby. You know nearly every recruit in every station within a thirty mile radius of Hosu, it can’t be for nothing. 

There's someone in front of you, maybe more than just someone, you aren’t entirely sure. The world is still spinning and everything is numb, but you’re finally able to make out the shape of a body covered in a cringey green costume, scuffed to hell and back. 

This has to be the most drunk you’ve ever been, because when you finally get a good look at the kid from before, you swear to god you see him surrounded by a rainbow. You scrub at your eyes, convinced that the fall gave you brain damage, or that maybe all the flying from before made your sight delirious; but no, his soul is made of a fucking rainbow, and it’s definitely way too big for him. 

You’re so distracted you fail to see the dead body right in front of you, or the assailant that killed it. 

When you do finally orient yourself to your surroundings beyond just the rainbow freak of nature, you take note of the other body next to you. Which also happens to be a freak of nature. Great. It has the body of something not entirely human, it doesn’t even have a mutation quirk like you had originally thought. It’s more like a horror character from a child’s nightmare, grotesque and ugly, with humanoid features mashed with animal components and too many exposed organs. It’s terrifying.

Then you slowly drag your eyes upward, taking notice of the man standing over the… creature, looking equally as petrifying in his own right. His outfit alone could land him with a prison sentence, but the way he slouches and staggers makes you more concerned for his stability. 

It’s so gross, he’s basically drooling and foaming at the mouth, and his eyes appear to be rolling into the back of his head. Maybe under different circumstances those actions would be attractive, but right now you're damn near convinced that he’s being possessed. 

‘Where did this guy even come from?’

You shuffle backwards on your palms, kicking away pathetically as he straightens out, his mouth forming words you’re too intoxicated to process. All you can feel is an overwhelming sense of danger, it keeps you rooted in spot, eyes wide with horror, and veins pumping with the beginnings of adrenaline you really could’ve used earlier. 

He staggers on his feet, and the heroes in the distance, Endeavor especially, look ready to engage in a bloodbath. Or piss their pants. But you aren’t judging because frankly you’re right there with them. 

The creep sways, before stumbling and the crashing right fucking onto your legs. Next to you, his jaded katana clatters to the ground, dangerously close to your skin and drenched entirely in blood. You squeal in surprise, shaking your head and trying desperately to put more distance between the both of you, but your body is failing to respond. It slows, and your head starts to pound, with either adrenaline or pain you aren’t sure. 

His soul jumps and stretches from his body unnaturally, like it’s fighting some unseen force. You recognize the movements, but it’s so much more desperate than what you’re used to, because this man is dying and somehow his soul still has so much energy and resolve in it. It starts to sink in that he’s actually going to die when your drunk mind has a few seconds to collect its thoughts, and you look around for help frantically. 

How can there be so many heroes here and none of them are doing anything?

Everyone’s watching just as dumbly as you, stunned as the man continues to rave in your lap like a goddamn lunatic, the deep crimsons of his souls wisping away as his voice weakens.

“Someone help him damnit!” You shriek, making eye contact with the freckled child who is frozen in place with horror. “He’s fucking dying, why isn’t anyone doing anything?” 

Your words are slurred and crude as they pour from your mouth, but it seems to be enough because rainbow aura kid scrambles over and clutches at the crazy-guy’s shoulders, searching his face wildly. “I’m not trained as a medic, I-I’m not sure what to do! He's not bleeding out, what’s wrong with him?”

“I just got here, I have no idea. What was going on before this? Was he injured at all before he attacked the—“ You glance over at the carcass of the creature, forcing down bile as you look back down at the nearly deceased man laying over you. “I need to know what other types of injuries he sustained— and-and someone needs to call a fucking ambulance—“

You’re clutching at the man’s ragged scarf, forcing shaky hands underneath to find his neck and pulse point, even though it’s pointless considering you can see the life leaving him. There has to be something you can do to save him. You startle when his boney hands snap upwards and clutch at your wrists with enough strength to snap them, forcing you still. 

He stares at you with wide eyes, murmuring something, his lips twitching erratically. It’s like something straight from a horror movie, and you’re so spooked you don’t see the way his soul starts to gather between your palms, looking at your fingertips and clumping up your forearms. His life force seeps from the wrinkles of his face, the shine in his eyes dulls drastically, and finally his grip on you weakens until you finally acknowledge that his soul is now swimming all around you. 

It's like the adrenaline finally kicks in, and you're more conscious than you’ve been in hours, all your drunken stupor flying from your body as you scream in alarm. He just died. He died and you killed him. 

This is so different from all the times you happened to come across someone whose soul was already moments from leaving their body, and you comforted them in their end so that they wouldn’t die alone. You just pulled this man’s soul from his body when he might’ve had the chance to keep fighting for life, and you didn’t even know you could do that.

Since when could you take someone’s soul? And since when did that kill them? People lose their souls all the time, and it leaves them a husk sure, but it doesn’t kill them. 

Freckles kid is grabs your hands away from the dead man, and although he might’ve had good intentions in trying to separate you, it makes the red soul between your fingers jump towards your chest before disappearing completely.

Your skin crawls and itches when it does, your pulse feeling more like a swarm of bees trying to burst through the surface with each beat of your heart. It’s unbearable, and you feel like you’re not even in your own body anymore when the sensation finally subsides and the kid holding your hands begins shaking your shoulders to try and get a response. 

It is at that exact moment that your nose finally decides it’s had enough, and you choke on your own blood as it slides down the back of your throat. Your blood splatters over the dead man’s cold hands and parts of his face as you cough. Cute. 

Of all the times your chronic nosebleeds could choose to act up, it had to be now.

At least freckles kid lets go, giving you some space as you begin to sob, body trembling with phantom pains. He looks utterly destroyed, although you’re not sure if it’s because he failed to save someone, and now they’re dead right in front of him, or because you’re clearly traumatized by the experience too. Probably both.

“I’m sorry,” He says, voice shaking like a leaf in the wind. He sounds so incredibly young, no older than 15, and you can feel your already strained heart crushing further within your chest. “I couldn’t save either of you— I-I’m so sorry—“

You cry harder, mouth parting as you try to suck in the air your body demands as the blood rushes to your head. You want to cover your face because you can’t remember the last time you cried in front of someone, much less in public, and it’s so much more humiliating than you remember. But your hands shake and sting with cuts, and they’re so dirty. Dirty with your crime, dirty with what you’ve done, dirty in ways that this young hero can’t even understand. 

His face goes from pained to devastated, but he stops talking, instead clenching his fists in his lap as he closes his eyes and begins to cry too. You hope he’s not crying because you are, but frankly you can’t bring yourself to care all that much, you’re too busy fighting the pounding headache that’s starting to form behind your eyes. 

A rough hand circles your wrist just as you close your eyes and try to focus on calming your raging nerves. You're pulled to your feet, even as your knees buckle and you dangle uselessly in the person’s grasp. In the process of being lifted, the crazy-man’s body slips away from your own, and it leaves you dreadfully cold. 

You blink open your eyes, expecting to see whoever was holding you up, but instead your eyes lock onto the mangled body of the creature from before, its body twitching with rigor mortis. It’s dead, that much you’re certain of. Although, you don’t know if it would have a soul even if it was alive. A tiny selfish part of you is thankful you didn’t have the opportunity to check when it was still alive. 

Regardless, the sight is sickening, so you twist your head away just as another wave of pain hits your head. In doing so, you fling blood from your still dripping nose onto your unknowing captor, realizing with horror that some droplets burn up on contact as they meet their target.

Because lucky you, you’ve just gotten your bloody snot all over the number two hero’s costume. 

This night just can’t get any better.

The change in humidity thanks to his fire quirk drying everything up has your nose bleeding faster, and you know you’re in for it the second your vision starts to get black spots at the corners. 

You slowly lift your head to meet his gaze, receiving the nastiest stink face you’ve ever seen as your eyes meet. It doesn’t help that he’s already an intimidating man, all testosterone and stone cut features. You audibly gulp, swinging your feet out, wishing you could put some distance between the two of you. 

“Can you put me down?” You croak, cringing at the way your voice cracks over every syllable. “Please, you’re making it worse.”

“You need to answer questions, I can’t release you until I know you aren’t—“

“[L/N]-san!” A voice calls, and instantly the muscles in your body relax and your eyes wet with a new wave of tears. 

You strain your neck to peak past Endeavor, who begins to protest. Running towards you is officer Kobayashi, a rookie policeman you had the pleasure of meeting two months ago during your last mishap. He's waving his hands out frantically, his normally boyish features wrinkled with worry. He apologizes profusely to Endeavor as he reaches you both, puffing from the exertion of his sprint to catch you before you could say anything incriminating to Mr. Flameo. 

After a quick back and forth, Kobayashi asks the man to let you go, and Endeavor looks so put off by the man’s explanation of your… special circumstances, that he just kinda grunts before setting you back onto your own two feet. 

Unfortunately you’re still drunk, and definitely suffering from blood loss. You sway like a sailor until Kobayashi can steady you, wrapping your arm around his shoulders as he tries to usher you both towards where a few police cars are parked. He’s got a handkerchief at your nose almost instantly, cleaning your face for you with rapt attention. 

You do not look over your shoulder, not even to make sure the young hero is getting the help he needs, because you’re certain if you do you’ll see those two dead bodies again. It’s mostly pointless though, you won’t be able to forget deaths as brutal as those ones anytime soon. 

Kobayashi is asking you questions about what you were doing in the center of the chaos, he wants to know how serious you think your injuries are and if you think you’ll need immediate medical attention, and he especially wants to know more about someone called the Hero Killer. He wants to know how he died, if you saw his sword, and if you could tell him more as you get to the station. 

Your mind is racing with ways to push the blame from your conscience, but all you can do is stare at Kobayashi, guilt closing up your throat. Weren’t you trying to become a doctor to try and save people? How had you failed so miserably? 

But how were you supposed to know your quirk could kill someone?

Your mothers quirk wasn’t all that different, and she had been murdered for it. Your father died protecting her. The details were never really provided to you, considering you weren’t even walking when it happened. You wonder now if she could kill people too. If that’s why she herself was killed.

Your maternal grandmother, who gave you a roof to live under afterwards, advised you to keep your quirk to yourself when it awakened. Well, more like she made you swear you would never speak of it. 

So you lied. 

You lied about your quirk, made people believe you could just feel their emotions, and that your quirk allowed you to soothe them. Technically, that wasn’t a lie. You could see people's emotions, and you could influence them using your own. 

The best lies are the ones closest to the truth after all. 

It helped that you were worlds more empathetic than the average person, and genuinely wanted to help others. You rode out mood swings with the people closest to you, comforted your friends through breakups, and even reached out to strangers who clearly needed the help. 

Whether your grandmother knew you’d end up like this one day or not is something you’ll never get the chance to ask, and it makes your world feel even more empty than before. You have so many questions you want to ask, so many things you want to talk about that you’ll never be able to tell anyone ever again. 

Why hadn’t you asked her when she was still alive? Why did it take killing a man for you to realize maybe something was wrong with you? Why are you still shaking?

Your bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks must be enough to convince Kobayashi that searching for information right now is a lost cause. He starts speaking about other things, probably whatever bullshit they teach policemen for comforting a trauma victim as they’re taken into custody, but you don’t have the attention span to listen. 

You genuinely feel as though you are in another dimension. Your mind is so far from your body as 

Kobayashi eases you into the back seat of his police car, buckling you in like you are still a small child. He asks you one more time if you’ll be okay until you arrive at the station without him holding your hand, and even though you really want to say no, you nod your head yes. 

The drive to the station is mostly quiet, only interrupted by Kobayashi trying and failing to make you smile with jokes about “getting into trouble again” and how “Tamakawa called it earlier today”. It did not make you feel better that this was your destiny, and that it’s exactly what people expected of you. It certainly wasn’t his intention to make you feel worse, but after you buried your face in your knees, Kobayashi seemed to take the hint. 

It's not his fault. You’ve seen so many people die at this point, it shouldn’t be hitting you so hard. Certainly, whatever you were going to experience as a doctor would’ve been more traumatic than this, and you knew you’d be prepared for it. 

So why does everything feel so wrong? 

Your body doesn’t feel like your own, your mind is on fire, and every nerve is stinging with some unknown feeling. 

There’s buildings whizzing by outside your window, those flickering neon signs and stupid tall offices fill you with such deep regret. 

You miss Crowly, you’re going to miss your shitty apartment, and fuck you still haven’t done your lab report. 

How could everything go so sideways in just a few hours? This must be a sign from god to stop drinking. 

Thunking your head against the tinted backseat window, you groan, the scrapes on your forehead stinging. Hopefully all you have from that fall earlier is scrapes. 

“Kobayashi, I’m gonna need like forty painkillers and a warm meal when we get there. I want a sprite too,” You complain, flopping sideways onto the other seats’ cushions. 

“I can get you a warm meal for sure, I’ll have to run those pain-killers by the boss first though,” Kobayashi says amicably, strumming his fingers against the steering wheel.

“And my sprite?” You ask. 

“I’ll see about the sprite,” Kobayashi chuckles, his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiles at you through the rear view mirror. “It’ll have to wait until after the interrogation though.”

“BOOOO!!” You whine, throwing a thumbs down at him and sticking your tongue out. “You suck, I’m gonna tell them not to give you a promotion.”

“If it’s you? I’m sure they’ll listen,” Kobayashi says, sighing dramatically. “You are a real critic after all.”

“Damn right,” You tut, rolling over to turn your back to him and huffing.

When you finally reach the station, it’s well into the middle of the night. You’re exhausted, but less stressed than you were twenty minutes ago. Kobayashi letting you childishly take your nerves out on him really helped, even if you feel a little guilty for being rude. And for using him as your crutch because you’re still way too drunk to be left to your own devices. 

But the man is charming the whole way through the front doors, even as he waves you goodbye, leaving you in a small waiting room with officer Tamakawa. He knows it isn’t personal. 

“[L/N]-san. Seriously. We’re gonna have to put you on house arrest,” Tamakawa says, sitting next to you softly. “What happened to ‘being a saint’?”

“The same thing that always does,” You respond philosophically. “Drama finds me, it’s a main character thing. Sorry, I don’t think you’d understand.”

Tamakawa laughs goodnaturedly at that, standing again as he informs you that he’s going to try and hunt down a blanket and hopefully a pillow for you. They’ve apparently already made the call for detective Tsukauchi to come in, but it’s going to take a while, as the man isn’t anywhere near Hosu right now. 

When Tamakawa returns with your blanket and what looks like a leather pillow pulled from a random sofa somewhere in one of the back rooms, you thank him softly, taking the items and situating yourself best you can with them. He’s got a first-aid kit tucked under his arm too, although you’re not sure if you're really up to having all your neglected wounds cleaned with stinging alcohol.

“Tamakawa, I-I uh,” You start, refusing to make eye contact as that guiltily feeling from earlier starts to resurface again, closing up your throat and stinging your eyes. 

“I will stay,” Tamakawa replies, taking one of your still dirt covered and scraped hands in his own. His hands are unbelievably warm and soft, although you're inclined to believe that is because he is a cat-human, and has toebeans on his fingers, which makes his hands superior to everyone’s. “I’ll try to get your injuries cleaned up the best I can while you rest. Don't mind me.”

Now you’re really crying, sniffling and mumbling incomprehensible words that Tamakawa nods his head to, listening patiently as you work yourself into a dreamless sleep. He’s there the whole time, holding your hand as the world fades to black, and you know he’ll be there even after that, taking care of you. 

It’s exactly that fact that keeps away the images of those cold, lifeless bodies, and the strange sensation you feel every time you think about the way that crazy-man’s soul felt between your fingers. 

“I’m sorry, [L/N]-san. I really should’ve warned you.”

[incalyscent-fr]

Codex Entry: Hellreek and tied factions.

@fr-blackiebelle @fr-tangelojack

The Hellreek – Akeelah to Splicer

A massive, Ancient Lair of the Wasteland, Hellreek has been around more thousands of years.  The lair only has three entrances, one peeking out at ground level in the Rotrock Rim, one though the membranes in the ceiling in the main hall, and another from the Burrick via tunnel.

Hellreek is often compared to a hungry beast by passers by.  The mouth is a gaping cavern lined with the Rotrock Rim’s white teeth, and its insides are a series of twisting tunnels and caverns that are easy for visitors to get lost in.  The very belly of Hellreek is right underneath the Wyrmwound, and the further in you go, the more hellish the dragons look.

Hellreek is often mistaken for folklore, for its mightiest battles are hundreds of years in the past, and the dragons that it houses are common legends in the Boneyard.

 Akeelah to Mariette – The Blood Court

              Dragons of the Blood Court are of high status, either Akeelah and Fegult’s direct children or those born to the leaders of allied clans (with the exception of Ruzo, who protects them all and must be within earshot at all times).  The name Blood Court was, funnily enough, coined by the bastard daughter of the Virulent, Rusvai, under the assumption that all within it would be killed if blows came to pass between clans.  This is not the case, of course, as those in the Blood Court affectionately refer to each other as ‘Team Chosen Family’, and all dwell in dens connected by a larger room near the front of the lair.

              The term ‘Court’ is used deceivingly, for while these dragons command more respect, they have no word over laws, nor do they have any special status.  The clan is run only by Akeelah, with Fegult as her advisor.

 Hestia to Phanuel – The Schools

              These dragons are the revered trainers of Hellreek. Every dragon who has come to train has done so under the burning eyes of one of these dragons.  Anything from war to healing can be taught here, though those looking for something a little more under the radar may choose to study elsewhere.

 Dalliance to Pietra – The Intel Unit

              Some of Hellreek’s most beautiful dragons put their good looks to use in a formidable intelligence unit.  There are rumours that Hellreek has eyes everywhere, and these are them. Dalliance is currently attempting to restart her brothel in the hopes that she can attract more gullible drakes, as well as more members to the group.

 Morchella to Razor – Patrol

              Hellreek has little need for a border patrol these days – the lair is mostly underground and only has three entrances despite its size, but these dragons have been with the clan far so long that it is ingrained in them to walk.  Morchella is the only night patrol, born into the Shadow of the Vogelzang, but she is plenty scary enough to keep unwanted visitors a good while away.

              Yune and Grovish patrol at all times, and Phenris does well enough on his own during the daytimes.

 Xibalba to Demesne – The Hellreek

              Hellreek is home to many, many dragons as various skillsets and beliefs, and while every dragon has its place, they tend to mingle within the winding halls without much segregation.

 Mephistopheles to Abraxas – Dajoji’s Bane

              All children who, according to their father, shouldn’t exist.  Each of them have bested them in their own way.  Mephistopheles was the one to drag him to the depths of the lair into lair arrest. Now these five form a fierce raiding party, or sometimes free slaves on the Road.

 Ezio to Evie – The Assassin Brotherhood

              A formidable force specializing in stealth and poisons.  Mentor Ezio may be one of the finest assassins Sorineth has ever seen.  Dragons come from far and wide to employ these dragon’s talents, looking for anything from a silent blade to a potent poison.  The Brotherhood takes these contracts willingly, but also has a quieter, less profitable motivation stirred by Ezio’s rough past.

              Corrupt leaders of penniless clans beware, for it is sure that your name is scribbled in blood on the parchment on each breast of the Brotherhood.

 Iapteus to Kronos – The Runesteel Shadehunters

              A relatively new faction, these dragons where allowed entrance to Hellreek on the accord that they would hunt Shade.  After a Shade outbreak that left Hellreek splintered and mourning their losses, Akeelah vowed not to let such an affair ever happen in her walls ever again.  Iapteus was but a Shade researcher until the induction of his mate, Clymene, and now the pair train new recruits for the Shade-hunting army, as well as train each of their children in the art of Shade-repelling runes.

 Fenharel to Splicer – Lair Arrest

              Convicted of crimes too vile to be unleashed upon the world, these dragons have been corralled into the deepest gut of Hellreek’s lair, right underneath the Wyrmwound where the ceiling is thin and the acid drips down.  Killing these dragons would be a waste, and downright merciful.  They are kept as howling beasts with only Marriette tending to them.  There have been breakouts in the past.

 The Wanderers – Azrael and Slenuma

              While Azrael was born in Hellreek’s walls, it would be a stretch to call her a member.  She travels Sorneth reaping souls of the dead, and while she often returns for rest she never stays for long.  Slenuma was sent to Hellreek for being unnerving, but the time he spends in the lair is minimal, and Hellreek is content to let him wander the Rotrock Rim for as long as he sees fit.

 The Road – Caroline to Shutu

The Road was once a popular slave trade route through the Scarred Wasteland and running to all of the surrounding flights.  Travelling it was treacherous, with roving Mirror swarms looking to make treasure by capturing unsuspecting victims.

A bloody battle was fought against the two most aggressive slaver clans, and since their eradication the Road has been transformed into a freedom call for any escaped slaves.  It is now common knowledge that the Road is a safe place to go, with many fierce warriors that will escort them to safety.

The Road isn’t to much a paved path as it is a slightly more trodden, winding piece of the Boneyard.  Many dragons pass over it without even knowing.

 Caroline and Caleem – The Tipping Point

              Caroline and Caleem were part of a massive overthrow of another influential Plague clan, and now wander the Road.  They sometimes help Furiosa and Max, and surprisingly the four have formed an odd bond.  The two sometimes stop in Hellreek for rest and supplies, but otherwise do not interact much with the clan.

 Furiosa and Max – The Road Warriors

Since the Road’s liberation, the duo Max and Furiosa have been using it to transport escaped slaves to freedom. They have struck up a partnership with the Vogelzang's ferry service so that even further flights can be accessed. Tacenda and his group of vigilantes’ often help with liberation and transport.

 Ipilya and Shutu – The Beastclan Sympathizers

              While their goal is similar to the others on the Road, this pair only goes out of their way to free imprisoned Beastclan. Other dragons are left to the devices of Max and Furiosa, and sometimes the two pairs clash if a dragon is enslaved to a group of Beastclan.

 The Burrick – Basso to Zara

The Burrick is a seedy bar and inn parked squarely in the middle of the Boneyard.  It isn’t usually found unless it is being looked for, and those who stumble upon it looking for a place to stay are in for a surprise.

The Burrick is a short and squat wooden building that is very clearly beginning to rot.  There is a tall, crooked clocktower behind it, and it has a soundproof basement in which rowdy betting fights are held.  The bar is stocked with swill, and the mattresses are thin, but that’s not usually why most are there in the first place.

 Basso to Rashiel – The Thieves Guild

              Basso owns the Burrick.  It was designed after the one he left behind in wind, complete with rundown clocktower to house the master thief, Garrett.  He can get you anything if you ask for it, with connections all across the world and a set of talented thieves at his disposal.

 Resheph to Altschmerz – The Mercenaries

              A brave group of sellswords lead by one of Akeelah’s blood, these dragons can be counted on to clear out whatever issue a dragon with a full purse could ask for.  Very morally grey, this group gets tied up with other more radical movements seemingly on the daily.  Resheph dug a tunnel between his den and the Burrick for easy access.  Also includes Tenskawatawa, when she is not doing her diplomatic duties.

 Sonder and Monachopsis – The Fighting Ring

              A popular way to blow off steam, the Burrick’s fighting ring brings dragons from far and wide to earn glory and gold.  Hellreek dragons tend to dominate, but the twin powerhouses that run the pit are undefeated.  The whole thing is gaudy to the max, and set in the Burrick’s soundproof wine cellar, not that it would contribute much to the chaos of the bar itself.

 Grey and Zara – The Rogues

              Two dragons who are generally up to no good, these two are up for anything, as long as it makes them some coin.  Jacks of nefarious trades, these two will do anything from fight to steal to fight in the ring, if it’ll put something shiny in their pockets. Grey can’t die, and Zara is going to in just a few more years, so they make a brave and reckless team.  Stereotypical rogues, these two will even charm their way into some information for a price.  Nothing is off the table.

[robertdent]

FAVORITE MUSIC OF DENT

Andrew Lloyd Webber - Jesus Christ Superstar

Andrew Lloyd Webber - The Phantom of the Opera

Austin Wintory - Journey

Austin Wintory - Assassin's Creed: Syndicate

Anubis Gate - Anubis Gate

ATL - Марабу

Bitter Ruin - Waves

Brian Tyler - Far Cry 3

Burial - Untrue

Cœur de pirate - Child of Light

Daniel Licht - Silent Hill: Downpour

Darren Korb - Transistor

Darren Smith & Terrance Zdunich - Repo! The Genetic Opera

David Maxim Micic - Bilo 1.0

David Maxim Micic - Bilo 2.0

David Maxim Micic - Bilo 3.0

David Maxim Micic  - Who Bit The Moon

Destiny Potato - LUN

Devin Townsend - Ziltoid The Omniscient

Devin Townsend Project - Addicted

DIR EN GREY - ARCHE

Drewsif Stalin’s Musical Endeavors - …Comes To An End

Drewsif Stalin’s Musical Endeavors - Anhedonia

Eminem - The Marshall Mathers LP

EPICA - The Quantum Enigma

Fort Minor - The Rising Tied

Gareth Coker - Ori and the Blind Forest

Gerard Presgurvic - Romeo & Juliette

Ghost - Meliora

Godspeed You! Black Emperor- Lift Yr. Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven!

Hans Zimmer - Inception

Hans Zimmer - The Dark Knight Rises

Hans Zimmer & James Newton Howard - Batman Begins

Hans Zimmer & James Newton Howard - The Dark Knight

Iamthemorning - Belighted

James Dooley, Bryan Mantia, Galactic, Jonathan Mayer - inFAMOUS 2

J. Cole - 2014 Forest Hills Drive

Jeff Loomis - Zero Order Phase

Jeremy Zuckerman - The Legend of Korra

Jesper Kyd - Freedom Fighters

Jesper Kyd - Hitman: Codename 47

Jesper Kyd - Hitman 2: Silent Assassin

Jesper Kyd - Hitman Contracts

Jesper Kyd - Hitman: Blood Money

Jessica Curry - Dear Esther

Jessica Curry - Everybody’s Gone to the Rapture

John Kander - Chicago

Junkie XL - Mad Max Fury Road

Justice - Planisphere

Kanye West - 808s & Heartbreak

Kendrick Lamar - To Pimp A Butterfly

Lin-Manuel Miranda - Hamilton

Logic - Under Pressure

Luca Turilli’s Rhapsody - Ascending To Infinity

Maclaine Diemer - Guild Wars 2: Heart of Thorns

Marcin Przybylowicz, Mikolai Stroinski & Percival - The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt

Marcin Przybylowicz - The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt - Hearts of Stone

Marcin Przybylowicz, Mikolai Stroinski & Piotr Musial - The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt - Blood and Wine

Marina & the Diamonds - Electra Heart

Martin O'Donnell & Michael Salvatori - Halo 3 ODST

Matt Uelmen - Diablo II

Matt Uelmen - Torchlight II

Kazuki Muraoka, Hiroyuki Togo, Takanari Ishiyama, Lee Jeon Myung, Maki Kirioka - Metal Gear Solid

Michael Giacchino - Medal of Honor

Michael Giacchino - Medal of Honor: Underground

Michael McCann - Deus Ex: Human Revolution

Murray Gold - Doctor Who: Series 6

Muse - The Resistance

Myrath - Tales Of The Sands

Myrath - Legacy

Nevermore - Dreaming Neon Black

Nevermore - This Godless Endeavor

Nevermore - The Obsidian Conspiracy

Normand Corbeil - Heavy Rain

Olafur Arnalds - Broadchurch

Olivier Deriviere - Alone In the Dark

Oxxxymiron - ГОРГОРОД

Paradise Lost - Tragic Idol

Paramore - brand new eyes

Pentakill - Smite and Ignite

Petri Alanko - Alan Wake

Piano - Salvage Architecture

Porcupine Tree - Fear of A Blank Planet

Rammstein - Mutter

Revo - Bravely Default

Riccardo Cocciante - Notre-Dame de Paris

Robert Holmes - Gray Matter

Run The Jewels - Run The Jewels 2

SawanoHiroyuki[nZk] - o1

SawanoHiroyuki[nZk] - UnChild

Second Person - The Elements

Septem Voices - Суть

Simon Viklund - A Merry Payday Christmas

Simon Viklund - Payday 2

Skyharbor - Blinding White Noise: Illusion and Chaos

Solar Fields - Mirror’s Edge

Sophie Ellis-Bextor - Make A Scene

Stereopony - A Hydrangea Blooms

Stuart Chatwood - Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time

sukekiyo - IMMORTALIS

Sunburst - Нет Героев

System of a Down - Mezmerize

System of a Down - Hypnotize

Nobuyoshi Sano, Keiichi Okabe, Yuu Miyake - Tekken 3

TesseracT - One

TesseracT - Altered State

TesseracT - Sonder

Tool - Lateralus

ToTheArk - ToTheArk

Train Arrival - Dramatic Existence

Trial of the Golden Witch - Bedroom Bedrock

Voices From The Fuselage - Odyssey: The Destroyer of Worlds

Warrel Dane - Praises to the War Machine

Агата Кристи - Ураган

Агата Кристи - Эпилог

Ария - Игра с огнем

Ария - Кровь за кровь

АукцЫон - Девушки поют

АукцЫон - Это мама

Винтаж - SEX

Карандаш - Живи быстро, умри молодым

Кипелов - Реки Времен

Король и Шут - Театр Демона

Король и Шут - TODD

Кирилл Покровский - Divinity: Original Sin

Леонид Федоров - Весна

Пелагея - Тропы

Проект Увечье - Роспечаль

Северный Флот - Все Внутри

Северный Флот - Мизантропия

Скриптонит - Дом с нормальными явлениями

Черный ОбелисК - Мертвый Сезон

Черный ОбелисК - Революция

Yoshihisa Hirano, Hideki Taniuchi - DEATH NOTE

Jo Yeong-wook - Oldboy

Joe Hisaishi - Ni no Kuni: Shikkoku no Madoushi

Yasunori Mitsuda - Chrono Cross

Yuzo Koshiro - Streets of Rage

Toshio Masuda - Mushishi

Akira Yamaoka - Silent Hill 2

Michiru Yamane - Castlevania: Symphony of the Night

Keiichi Okabe, Kakeru Ishihama, Keigo Hoashi, Takafumi Nishimura - NieR

Keiichi Okabe - NieR: Automata

Noriyuki Iwadare -  Gyakuten Saiban Jazz Album ~Gyakuten Meets Jazz Soul~

Kotaro Tanaka - Death Parade

Yuki Kajiura - Kara no Kyoukai 1: Fukan Fuukei

Nobuo Uematsu -  Final Fantasy Orchestra Album

Hiroyuki Sawano - Attack on Titan

Hiroyuki Sawano - KILL la KILL

Hiroyuki Sawano - musica

Yoko Kanno - Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex

Yoko Kanno - Zankyou no Terror

[midasfantasy]

Sonder & Soul Ties

synopsis : every action has its equal opposite reaction. it wasn’t your fault society failed you, turning you away at every turn for matters outside of your control. for a world built on fighting evil, people suspiciously had a way of ensuring there would always be more of it. so, you can’t really be blamed for ending up surrounded by and helping japan’s most wanted criminals. or for wanting them yourself.

content : BNHA villains x fem!reader

warnings : blood/gore, mutilation, graphic descriptions of murder, manipulation (of all kinds), torture, violence, psychological horror, brief cannibalism, alcohol use/intoxication, stalking, foul language, nightmares, unreliable narrator, nosebleeds, unhealthy dynamics, yandere tendencies, death threats, near death experiences, and SLOW BURN.

general info : MC, or you, is 20. Toga has been aged up to 18, this is for my own comfort, i don’t feel comfortable writing a child.

this story is available on ao3 and quotev under the same title. my user on both is floatingfantasy.

weekly updates! typically, every thursday.

extra : i will be doing a very deep dive into the characters of this story and their dynamics with each other. i’m doing my best to research mental illnesses and how they can impact people, so that i can make an accurate portrayal of what it might look like to interact with people who suffer from them. 

the character’s mental illness are not what make them villains, their actions are. none of them are good people, they all actively make bad decisions and this story is about the consequences of those actions. i do not want anyone to villainize them for their mental illnesses though, or push negative stereotypes because of them. for this reason, i will not be explicitly stating what diagnoses i’ve given them, and will allow you as an audience to draw your own conclusion. if i see anyone in my comments being ableist, you’re getting blocked, no warning. we do not tolerate that behavior in this space.

additionally, since this is a story where the villains are your main love interest, i feel it’s important to state: i do not condone how MC is treated by them, especially not in a romantic context. their behavior is never condonable, and certainly shouldn’t be romanticized. i know that sounds counterintuitive, but please, do not seek dynamics like the ones you read in this story in real life. they are unhealthy, even though it won’t always be explicitly stated, as this story has an unreliable narrator. 

one, hamartia

two, red herring

three, black sheep

four, …

[midasfantasy]

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Sonder and Soul Ties

[new-poets-society]

Man of steel

“He fakes being happy For her eyes that gleam Like RMS titanic’s wet steel

He breaths cold fire A cursed dragon He’s a compulsive liar And his words are his weapon

Standing atop mountains high Or drowning below oceans of rye The pressure of being a man Remains tied to his hands And he fakes being happy So people may see That he feels no melancholy That he is a man of steel

They pass by one another Concealing their sonder And drowning in a counterfeit persona He hides his love for her Because he’s afraid That she may never Love his true colours Come to appreciate his true face Little does he know, The girl he loves so is trapped in the same game

And now, just like years before The two wondrous lovers are sore Tired and exhausted of pretending to be Whomever society craves to see As they drown in counterfeit happiness They are blinded to one another’s sameness They pass one another on the road Oblivious to the idea That they may be two halves of a soul” -Mariam Radi

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