#Sorry pal! I guess we were watching different shows!

[amtrak12]

[Image ID: AO3 comment with the username cropped out that says “The characters in this story are just so unlikable, Lucifer in the first few chapters, and Chloe in this one. Their dialogue makes it seem like they never had anything but a contentious relationship.”]

Yikes! Looks like someone’s just been watching fanvid highlight reels for the last three years. :S

[mannatea]

it's super fun to watch people argue on other webbed sites about ffix because i remain completely and utterly separate from them. and you might be thinking, "sure, it makes sense not to comment on threads from 20 years ago on old forums" which is of course TRUE. however, these discussions also take place on modern reddit and even in youtube comments, and while i am not usually shy about commenting there (especially reddit, i have like 12k karma) there is approximately zero chance of me engaging in discussion with people who don't actually want to discuss anything.

the rest is under a cut bc i'm ranting lmfdsafhdsalfjds

i could absolutely reply to them and say something like, "aCTUalLY your reading comprehension is dogshit; i'm sorry you don't understand what words mean when they make a complete sentence. please get help" buuuuut that's just insulting and doesn't help anyone. i could also actually explain why they're wrong, and probably in one complete sentence, but they are just absolutely enthralled by their own opinion and have zero desire to read mine. also, they'd have to read the wHOLE sentence and i've already established the fact that a lot of these people can't do that.

the amount of absolutely buckwild takes i've seen where the person talking is willfully ignorant or (quite honestly) just plain stupid and incapable of critical thinking is...not surprising. what IS surprising is how many people base their takes off of their own piss-poor memory of the game. like buddy...at no point did steiner call beatrix a kiss-ass, suck-up, or brown-noser. he just mentioned that she was trying to one-up him. slightly different. context. words have meaning. etc.

ALSO SURPRISING: the amount of hate and vitriol based on shit like "steiner is ugly" or "eiko is annoying" is crazy to me. for some godforsaken reason the beatrix haters (all very proud to be considered such, i assure you) love to show up on every discussion or even mention of beatrix to talk about how they (you guessed it!) hate her. okay??? you do you but i have better things to do with my life than hate fictional characters.

and you might be like, "but manna, you're a beatrix stan. you've loved her since you were like 14! of course you'd notice that!!!!" but buddy my pal my GUY my fRIEND these takes are about basically every single character who had more than a few lines in the game. the garnet slander is insane. people making fun of 'dagger' as a nickname? talking about how she's stupid for feeling love for the mother who raised her and loved her for years?? people WILDLY overreacting about zidane's supposed lechery? brooooo he seems over the top when you're like, 12, but replay the game and there's barely a mention of it. also the "ooh soft" scene was an accident 100%, i've known that since i was a child.

don't even get me started on eiko and how people act like she's some kind of demon even though she's a LITERAL SIX YEAR OLD GIRL WHO LOST HER FAMILY AND WAS RAISED BY FUCKING MOOGLES like? hello??? of course she does the wildest shit. GOOD FOR HER. i support her wrongs. and also that love letter. dumbest idea ever but watching her prance around the castle getting doctor tot's help was ENDEARING, RIGHT? like, she was trying her best! and she grew as a character!

so did steiner! and garnet! and zidane! and BEATRIX! sorry the game didn't hold everyone's widdle hands and be like okayyy so now steiner realizes that blind loyalty is BAD, okay? and now he's going to make some choices of his own because he's learned that he's allowed to be his own person and have his own thoughts and opinions about things. one of those choices is going to be beatrix but that's not him regressing in character development at all; that's him declaring to protect someone OF HIS CHOOSING (rather than someone he's sworn to protect through fealty). let's all give steiner a big round of applause in the steiner+beatrix+mistodon scene for making his first big VERY PERSONAL CHOICE even though we may not personally agree with it or even think it came out of nowhere!!!

don't get me started on the others.

nobody's character development was subtle but it's like some of the fans of the game have negative media literacy and just say the dARNDEST things (but in a way that makes you smartly log off rather than start typing up a comment to them directly).

like i just genuinely cannot believe some of the stuff i've seen.

don't get me wrong, i've seen some great discussion too--about worldbuilding and timelines and the genomes and on and on.

i'm just gobsmacked at how many takes aren't like "haha dumb" but are like, "i'm not sure you're literate" dumb. then again, it's shocking how many people can't or won't put themselves into the shoes of another character. like they could have a gun to their head and be told to try and explain why steiner is the way he is and they'd just say it's because he's ugly.

which is like. concerning. not because i think steiner as a fictional man has rights*, but if they can't even figure out basic bitch character development 101 for a cartoon man in a 20+ year old video game, how do they like. live life? engage with other media that's more subtle? yipes.

*he should be allowed to say fuck, tbh

anyway it's just really funny to see these whole ass conversations going on in other spaces and be like, you're all wrong and bad at reading comprehension but it's none of mY business

while i run to tumblr to have a giggle about it for my 3 followers to read

[mydarllinglover]

SafeHouse || Three

Previous

I spent most of the time in lessons looking out for Malfoy and waiting for his arrival, dont ask me why, I had no idea myself, but I would tell you it was to make sure he was okay, for Hagrids benefit.

The rest of the time was spent in the library, trying to catch up on my studies and incase I had missed anything from the two years I spent at Beaubaxtons on a different learning course.

I hadn't seen a lot of Ron and Harry, only really Hermione and that was mostly just in silence as we both studied.

It was Thursday, in potions class with the Gryffindors when Malfoy swaggered in, his right arm bandaged up and wrapped in a sling, he was acting as though he was this heroic survivor who had just slain a dragon to save a poor village, not a prick who decided to piss off a Hippogriff. 

"How is it, Draco?" Pansy simpered after him "does it hurt much?"

"Yeah" Malfoy replied, putting on a brave grimace. But I as well as the rest of the class caught the wink he sent to his two cronies when Pansy looked away, making me roll my eyes at the show.

"Settle down, Settle down" Professor Snape told the class, I rolled my eyes again at the fact that the only people who were talking was Malfoy and Parkinson.

We were making a shrinking solution today.

Malfoy decided to set up his cauldron next to Ron and Harry so they would be preparing their ingredients on the same table whilst I worked on a table with Hermione.

I heard Malfoy call out to Professor Snape "Sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots because of my arm-"

"Weasley, cut up Malfoys roots for him" Snape had instructed my twin without looking up.

I watched how my brother went Brick red

"Theres nothing wrong with your arm" I saw him hiss at Malfoy.

I looked at Hermione, her giving me a grimace back as we sensed Ron would be losing it very quickly, and with Snape in charge this surely would end badly for my dear brother.

"you dont mind do-"

"Go, make him switch with you, its fine" Hermione told me

I walked over to Harry and Ron, trying my best to go unnoticed By Snape, I may be a Slytherin, but it didn't mean he was that keen on me.

"Hey, Ron do you mind switching with me, I cant quite see the board from my place, but I don't wanna leave Hermione on her own" I hinted to him

"Really? maybe you should just write to mum, she can- Ow, okay, see ya Harry" He finally got it after I kicked him in the shin, then picked up his own stuff and brought it over to my old spot.

"Thanks" Harry mumbled to me, probably glad that he wouldn't have to pull Ron off of Malfoy and most likely ending up in detention.

"I'm pretty sure Snape meant the other Ginger, but you'll do, I guess" Malfoy rolled his eyes.

I returned it as I cut up his daisy roots neatly, knowing nothing else would be good for his Majesty "will that be all your royal highness?" I asked him with no emotion.

Instead of answering me, he called to Snape again "And, sir, I'll need this Shrivelfig skinned" he told the greasy man with a malicious laugh

"Potter, you can skin Malfoys Shrivelfig" Harry made quick work on it, throwing it back to Malfoy, almost hitting me in the face with it in the mean time.

"Seen your pal, Hagrid lately?" Malfoy asked us quietly

"Mind your business" I whispered back at him, not bothering to look up just to be met with his stupid smirk.

"I'm afraid he wont be a teacher much longer,' Malfoy explained, putting on a voice of mock sorrow, as if he actually cared "Fathers not very happy about my injury"

"I'm sorry Malfoy, I don't remember asking, I'm much more interested in making this potion" I snapped, finally breaking to lift my head up to face him, I could hear Harry let out a chuckle next to me, making sure to keep his face well out of sight.

Malfoy didn't find my comment near enough as funny as he furrowed his eyebrows, a glare of hatred seeping onto his dull pale face, but before he could say anything my attention went to poor Neville, and Snape who had a ladle of his potion and sneering at him.

"Orange, Longbottom" He dropped the ladle back into the cauldron, letting it splash so that everyone in the class could see. "Orange. Tell me boy, does anything penetrate that thick skull of yours?" my jaw dropped at how cruel that horrible man could really be, no wonder he was Slytherins Head of House, no offence to myself.

"Didn't you hear me say, quite clearly that only one rat spleen was needed? didn't I state plainly that a dash of leech juice would suffice? what do I have to do to make you understand, Longbottom?"

Neville was pink and trembling, any more and he sure would be a fountain of tears.

"Please, sir" Hermione pleaded "please, I could help Neville put it right-"

"I dont remember asking you to show off Miss Granger, Longbottom at the end of this lesson we will feed a few drops of this potion to your toad and see what happens. Perhaps that will encourage you to do it properly."

"Sir" I couldn't help myself as I grabbed his and the rest of the classes attention

"Keira, what are you doing?" Harry hissed at me

"Yes, Miss Weasley" He drawled

"Dont you think that if Neville is constantly messing up his potions in your classes, but hes good in everything else, that maybe, you're the problem? Hm, because, aren't you the teacher?" I saw Ron and Hermiones eyes bulge, but a proud smile on Ron's face that I actually just said that to him

"Detention Miss Weasley! I will not accept those sorts of accusations in my Class, Your lucky you're in my house, other whys there would be a lot more of Points missing for the hourglass, Back to your potions, all of you!" He ordered all of us

"Keira, well done! why would you do that, its only gonna come back and bite you!" Harry lectured me" Who knows what he's going to make you do in detention"

"I cant stand bullies!" I rolled my eyes

"Maybe your dumber than I thought, Weaslette" Malfoy chuckled

"Nice one, Weasley!" Seamus Finnigan told me as he came up beside Harry. "Hey, Harry" he greeted him as he leaned over to borrow his brass scales "Have you heard? Daily Prophet this morning- they reckon Sirius Black has been sighted."

"Where?" Harry asked him, Malfoy lifting his head to listen closely.

"Not too far from here" Seamus said excitedly "It was a Muggle who saw him. Course, she didn't really understand. The Muggles just think hes an ordinary criminal, dont they? So she 'Phoned the telephone hotline'. By the time the ministry of magic got there, he was gone." 

Catching Malfoy still eavesdropping I thought it best No more was said until it was safer to talk

"Thanks Seamus, for letting us know" I gave him a smile

"Anytime, Keira, see ya round? maybe up Hogsmeade for a butterbeer?" He asked me

"Seamus, Haven't you got a potion to explode?" My brother called from his table, making Seamus glare at him and walk back to his table

"Wait was he asking me ou-

"Yes, Weasley, wow your obliviousness is really astounding, you could give Potter a run for his gold" Malfoy said

"You should have finished adding your ingredients by now. This potion needs to stew before it can be drunk; clear away whilst it simmers and then we'll test Longbottom's ..."

Harry and I packed up our unused ingredients, then met Ron at the Wash basin as Hermione mumbled instructions to Neville out of the corner of her mouth.

"Your an idiot, Keira!" He told me

"Gee thanks" I deadpanned "love you too"

"You should of just kept your mouth shut, dont be surprised if mum sends an howler" 

"Wow, didn't realise talking bad to a teacher is as bad as stealing a flying car and getting caught by muggles and ending up on the front page of newspapers"

"Sorry, mate but she's got you there" Harry chimed in

"shut up Harry!" Ron said

With the end of the lesson in sight, Snape was by Nevilles Cauldron

"Gather round" Snape told us "And watch what happens to Longbottoms Toad. if he managed to produce a Shrinking Solution, it will shrink to a tadpole. if, as I dont doubt, he has done it wrong, his toad is likely to be poisoned."

I held my breath as the Gryffindors looked fearful and the Slytherins looked excited. Snape picked up Nevilles Toad in his left hand and dipped a small spoon into his now green potion. He trickled a few drops down the toads throat.

There was a moment of silence, in which it gulped, followed by a small pop and a tadpole was wriggling in Snapes palm.

The Gryfindors and I broke into applause, clearly dampening Snapes mood, as he fixed the tadpole, bringing back a toad.

"Five points from Gryffindor" said Snape, cutting short their cheers

"What!?"

"Something to say , Miss Weasley, you've grown into the Gryffindor Cheerleader lately, we might have to have another sorting ceremony" Snape said in a bored monotone voice

"Sir, how is that fair?! Your taking points away, because your student got a potion right, I would've thought that would make you glad, that your teaching seems to be working"

"Miss Weasley, if you speak again during this lesson, you will be in detention until you finish seventh year!" He told me.

I could feel everyone's eyes on me now, Most of the Slytherins laughing amongst each other, all but Malfoy.

After class, instead of joining my friends for lunch I went to the library, this time just to cool down and be by myself for a while until my next class.

I hated potions with a passion, it was a class I was good at but everything about it just pissed me off, especially the professors that taught it, I've never met a good Potions Professor.

I had managed to fall asleep where I was sat at the library, meaning I would be late for my Defence Against The Dark Arts class, once again with the Gryffindors.

I raced to the classroom, throwing the door in a rush but luckily Lupin wasn't there yet, but everyone had their eyes on me as i stood there panting. Luckily Hermione had saved me a seat, as I rushed to get my stuff out of my bag

"Where were you?" Ron asked me, rather louder than I would of liked, from the table next to us "And why weren't you at lunch, you've been skipping a lot of meals lately, mum wont like that"

"Shut up Ronald, its not like you dont eat enough for the both of us" I sneered

"Har har, but why are you late, you coulda got in trouble if lupin wasn't late either"

"I fell asleep in the library, alright, why are you so bothered" I rolled my eyes.

Lupin then walked in, looking a considerably lot better than when we saw him on the train.

"Good afternoon, would you please put all your books back in your bags. Today's will be a practical lesson. You will only need your wands,'

Ron and I met eye contact Instantly, curiosity obvious in both our eyes.

Lupin led us to the new classroom "What d'ya reckon we'll be doing?" I asked the other three

"Whatever it is, I hope it has nothing to do with Cornish Pixies" Harry grumbled

I quirked an eyebrow in confusion "is this another long story thing?" I asked them

"Not really, lockhart brought cornish pixies to our lesson last year, and caused chaos, poor neville even got stuck on the chandelier, bless him" Hermione sighed at the memory

"Glad I wasn't there than, I hate heights"

Turning a corner we were met with Peeves, who I had met very quickly when Fred and George planned a prank with him after telling me they were going to give me the Fred & George grand Hogwarts tour, there was nothing grand about it.

Peeves was floating upside down in the air and stuffing the nearest keyhole with chewing gum.

"Loony, loopy lupin" Peeves sang repeatedly, we waited for Lupin to put an end to Peeves shenanigans as most teachers did but were surprised to see him still smiling

"I'd take that gum out of the keyhole, if I were you, Peeves, Mr filch wont be able to get in to his brooms." After the only reply he got in return was a loud wet raspberry, Lupin sighed and took out his wand.

"This is a useful little spell,' he told us "please watch carefully"

he pointed his wand to shoulder height "Waddiwasi" than pointed it at Peeves. I watched in amusement as the Piece of gum shot out of the keyhole and straight down Peeves left nostril, causing the poltergeist to zoom off with a string of curses.

I let out a laugh, some of the class joining me

"Cool, sir!" Dean Thomas said, his eyes shining bright with a smile up to his eyebrows as if he just met his idol

"Thank you, Dean, Shall we proceed?" He asked us as he put away his wand

We started of again and I took notice how most of the class looked at our Professor, with much more respect.

We finally got to our destination "inside, please" Professor Lupin ushered us in.

We were stood in a staff room, full of mismatched chairs was empty apart from one teacher.

Professor Snape, he looked surprised to see us coming in, before Lupin could close the door, he interrupted him.

"Leave it open, Lupin. I'd rather not witness this" Getting to his feet he strode past us, his black robes billowing behind, giving him a dramatic flare. Before stopping at the door. "Possibly no ones warned you, Lupin but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear" He sneered. Neville had gone considerably scarlet.

"I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation" Lupin replied "and im sure he will perform it admirably." Wow, Lupin was making fast work of becoming my favourite Professor already.

Snape curled his lip, clearly not liking the response "Miss Weasley, you must not forget your detention tonight, you might want to discuss with some of your beloved Gryffindors on how to properly clean things, maybe" and with that he left, shutting the door with a snap. it was now my turn to turn red as some of my fellow Slytherins laughed

"How the hell did you become hated by your own Head of House so much, Miss Weasley?" Lupin asked me, making my eyes go wider

"Wow, thanks Sir" he gave a laugh at my reply

"Now, then" he beckoned our attention back to the class and leading us towards the end of the room, where there was nothing but an old Wardrobe. Lupin went to stand next to it.

I jumped back as the Wardrobe gave a sudden wobble, banging off the wall.

"Nothing to worry about" Professor told us calmly "There's a boggart in there.' for someone who told us not to worry, he was sure going the wrong way about it. "Boggarts like dark enclosed spaces,' said Professor Lupin as he continued to list spaces that Boggarts like.

He then asked us what a Boggart was, and of course Hermione answered, giving an answer that belonged in an cyclopedia, then Harry answered a question, trying his best to concentrate with Hermione a bundle of answers ready to untangle. 

I was starting to get nervous about the practical, if we really had to go up against a boggart, what even was my biggest fear that would scare me so much, surely it wouldn't be heights, how scary can that be when I know that i'm safe and on the ground.

Luckily my last name was Weasley so there was probably a fat chance that I would even have to go up against it in the time for our class, I don't think I could stand the humiliation of someone knowing one of my weaknesses.

I tuned back into what was being discussed when professor Lupin told us "The charm that repels a Boggart is simple, yet it requires force of mind. You see, the thing that really finishes a Boggart is laughter. What you need to do is force it to assume a shape that you find amusing. We will practise the charm without wands first. After me please, ... Riddikulus!"

"Riddikulus" we chanted after

"Good, very good. But that was the easy part, i'm afraid. You see, the word alone is not enough. And this is where you come in, Neville"

The wardrobe shook again, all I could think was, better him than me, As Neville walked forward.

"Right, Neville."

•

"Whew, thank God for Harry Potter" I sighed as I wiped the back of my hand across my forehead as the class walked out of the room

"Gee thanks, glad to be of service" He deadpanned

"Thanks to you, I didn't have to be humiliated by having whatever my worst fear shown in front of the whole class, ugh, I could kiss you right now" I gushed as I cupped his face in my hands, his eyes going wide

"Wait, really?" He looked at me with this sort of hopeful look in his eyes as I held his face

"No!" Ron said as he pulled the back of my robes away from his friend

"You're no fun, Ronald" I complained.

"So, Harry whens Quidditch starting again?" Ron asked, quickly changing the subject

"I dont know really, I kinda just wait for Wood to tell us, my own personal alarm clock" Harry joked

"Who's wood? sounds like a pretty weird name"

"He's Gryffindors quidditch team Captain, he's in seventh Year" Hermione told me as we neared the Great Hall

"Wait, hang on, So this kid-

"Keira, Hes seventeen"

"Anyways, He rides brooms, team captain, and his names wood, that's the most boring but funny thing I've ever heard" I laughed

"Potter, I wanna talk to you about the upcoming season" A Scottish voice said behind us, I turned to see who had coincidentally brought that up after just discussing it, and I was met with the most beautiful person I had ever seen in my life.

I was transfixed as I stared at him, how could someone be so perfect, i'm pretty sure this is what love at first sight was

"What are you doing?" I broke out of my trance to see My friends had left with Captain dreamy and Malfoy had took their spot

"Who's that?" I pointed at the love of my life

"Him? Gryffindors captain, Oliver Wood, he's got this weird obsession with Quidditch, its like his only personality trait" Malfoy drawled

"Thats wood?!" I stopped still, My future husband was an athlete, better yet, captain.

"Yeah, why?"

"Is he single?" I faced Malfoy now

"He's like four years older than you" He blinked at me

"You didn't answer my question" I sighed after Wood had completely left my vision

"whatever Weasle- wait where are you going?" He jogged after me as I walked away from the Great Hall and to the dungeons

"To my dorm? to mentally prepare myself for my detention with Snape" I told him the truth

"What, and your not going to have dinner?"

"No, I don't wanna sit at the table, and its more stricter at dinner, anyways, its none of your business, bye Malfoy" before he could say anything else, I sprinted away from him so I could nap.

I was currently in the freezing cold dungeons in Snapes Classroom, cleaning up the mess from this morning as Snape marked Homework.

As I cleaned I was singing a muggle song "just the two of us" under my breath, to keep my spirits bright.

"Weasley!" Snape shouted over my singing as I got louder without even realising

"yep, yeah, sorry sir"

"Just...the ...two of us" I started again, pretending as if I were singing into a mic

"Goodbye, Miss Weasley!" Snape pointed at the door.

Score, that wasn't even my intention.

Next

[flammelikeshookdust]

Damn who is the new blorbo, share with the class. He sounds interesting.

Aaaah sorry or the late reply, didn't get the ask notification on mobile 🙄

Now, about this new blorbo *cracks knuckles* Like I was saying on that other post, I recently rewatched the 10th Kingdom, a kinda obscure 5 parts mini series that I'd watched once as a kid when it aired on tv, and asolutely adored. I then spent the next two decades desperately searching for a piece of media that would make me feel the exact same way that this show had at the time. Also could not for the life of me remember the title, and I had half convinced myself that this whole series was a fever dream and that it didn't actually exist. Skip to a couple of weeks ago, where I saw a random tumblr post mentioning this series, awakening all my memories of it, then I found that all 5 parts of it were available for free on youtube. Thus began my obsession with the 10th Kingdom again, and more specifically with Wolf. My best friend. My pal. My homeboy. My rotten soldier. My sweet cheese. My good time boy. Wolf is the love interest of our main girl. He's also a werewolf. Half-wolf. I don't know. He's got a tail. He sometimes grows fangs. His eyes can change colors. He howls when he's sad, he growls when he's angry/horny, he scratches his head, he tries to cook grandmothers, he says "huff puff". He's basically the big bad wolf from fairy tales but played by a normal looking guy. Yeah cause I haven't mentioned it yet, but the 10th Kingdom is just a seven hours long love letter/parody of fairy tales. Think similar to Shrek. Or Once Upon a Time. With over the top acting, terrible special effects, and a plot that's either very dumb and silly, or rips your heart out, there is no inbetween. Also it's very horny. Again especially with Wolf. I cannot overstate how not subtle the show is with this, from the acting to the dialogue. When I watched it as a kid, these parts completely flew over my head though, so I still consider it a family friendly show. Anyway, this show also has prolematic elements (my main beef with it is that the only POC actors we see in it play trolls. The trolls are very cool though), and just in general, it's very much a product of its time. However, I still love it, and I think it's worth giving it a try, especially since it's all on youtube for free. Sorry, this ended up being more of a propaganda post for the 10th Kingdom in general 😅 But yeah, Scott Cohen as Wolf really did a great job making him a compelling and likeable character. He manages to be creepy and funny and touching, and you can tell he was having a lot of fun in this role. I lowkey wish I could draw a hookdust 10th Kingdom au but the vibes are so different, I don't think it would work. I guess Wolf and James are both tormented guys with a dark and destructive side to them. But James is a manipulative prick, whereas Wolf is completely unable to pretend.

[kulemii]

can you do ALL the OC asks for kenjiro hara. If you wanna !

most certainly pal! sorry it took me forever- i suddenly forgot everything i ever knew about my own oc and then life happened and then i forgot how to answer questions and th-

art by @cookiescr

How would your character react to one of the canonical protagonists stepping in to protect them? It depends on the type of protection they offered him. He’s the type of person to dedicate his everything to someone when he’s grateful to someone. So, if that protagonist has saved his life, he’s going to show his gratitude in some…grand way or offer his assistance at any time for the remainder of the life that they just paid him. However, if it was just back up in a fight, I think it would heavily depend on who the canonical protag is- Kenji might be a little too prideful to accept help sometimes. Not all the time though. Maybe if it were someone he would feel threatened by, I could imagine him being a little annoyed and muttering something about “could’ve handled it muhself, but thanks,” - however, if the help came from none other than Goro Majima, hell would freeze over before a thanks would leave his mouth. If Hiro helped, that's a completely different story. He’d be singing his praises lol– kissass

How does your character react when they see a fight starting in the street? Do they intervene? Cheer on the side? Join in? If the brawl suddenly happens in his path (so it’s like, in his way) but has nothing to do with him or the people he cares about, he’d more than likely just mutter out a “tsk, what a pain…” and brush through the crowd to keep on to do what he’s gotta do. But, if he’s got time and it looks like it might be a good one, he’d light a cigarette, place a mental bet and watch it go down. 

Does your character fight? Under what circumstances? What sort of fighting style do they use? Kenjiro absolutely fights! It used to be under any circumstance. Disrupt the peace at his club, he’ll fight you. Bother his boss, he’ll fight you. Piss him off, he’ll fight you. Look at his boss’ foreign wife funny, he will wanna fight you but she wont let him but Godddd did he wanna fight you. He’s much better now - he used to be such a firecracker. He would’ve fought at the drop of a hat. He’s learned to weigh his options. So, he’s learned to strengthen his glare so that he doesn’t necessarily need to throw his fists. He’ll still fight though. He fights with his fists. He prefers his fists because they never run out of ammo- however, Itou training teaches their men to learn how to use any and everything as a weapon. And I do mean everything.

Could your character win a fight against any of the canonical protagonists? Which one(s)? LMAO, yeah! Kenji would decimate Shinada, Tanimura, Akiyama, Yagami. He’d so lose against Saejima (respecc). Kiryu is up for debate because of his stupid plot armor but I’d like to say that they’d have a close fight! (I want him to beat Kiryu up so badly, i’m sorry) In the fic that he lives in, Kenji fights Majima on multiple occasions and it’s been back and forth wins, losses and ties.

If your character got to be a protagonist or main character in a canonical game, what city would the story be set in? We don’t have any games with a Kyoto map, aside from Ishin? That’s pretty much where Kenji thrives lol but other than that mmm, I guess I’d say Sotenbori since it’s still Kansai.

If your character got to be a protagonist or main character in a canonical game, when would the story be set? Yakuza 0 & Kiwami 1, I think.

What would your character be like if they appeared in Ishin (or Kenzan)? I haven’t played yet- can’t say.

What would your character be like if they appeared in Dead Souls, or a Dead Souls spinoff? Also haven’t played yet so I can’t really say, but it’s zombies, yeah? I’d say… guy who’s way too eager to be killin’ them zom’s and gets eated prolly. 

If your character’s only canonical role was to appear in one substory, what would that substory be? Dude feels really inadequate about his life decisions and doesn’t think that the man that took him in would be proud of the decisions he made with the family business if he could see him now. The protagonist (I got Kiryu in mind for some reason) feels a sense of kinship with the guy and assumes the guy's dad is dead and gives him life advice and how to deal with grieving a loved one and tells him that he’s probably doing a great job.

Previous question, but make the substory wackier !!! The guy is yakuza. The man is his patriarch, who isn’t dead, but in jail and the guy had ruined the family’s legacy and he came to Kiryu for advice because he knows that he’s famous for ruining the Tojo Clan’s legacy :) (who got beef? i’m lookin for somethin to eat)

What’s your character’s favourite canonical restaurant? Which canonical restaurant do they eat at most often? Which canonical restaurant is their least favourite? Kenji- my guy- he loves sushi, but he saves that for when he’s indulging someone. His favorite thing is ramen! Imma go with Kinryu Ramen! He has ramen shops near his apartment but when Arika invited him to this one he hasn’t been the same since.

What is your character most likely to purchase at the pawn shop? what are they most likely to pawn off? Now that he’s a lil bougie I don’t see him spending much money in a pawn shop unless it’s rare weapons. However, I could see him sending randoms to pawn off some valuables he’s… stumbled upon and distributing their earnings as a percentage. but then again, not really because he knows fences personally that might offer him more. :) he’s a shady lad!

What sort of canon gear would your character equip? One of those military grade bullet proof vests for sure because Kenji knows a mf that’s a little tooooo trigger happy and it makes him paranoid. lol

What does/would your character like to do on a night out in Kamurocho? Oh, people watch for sure! Network for business. If he does visit clubs, it’s usually to do his homework on them- sure, he’ll try to have some fun too but he’s just trying to see what people get up to let loose. He doesn’t usually find personal enjoyment from that kind of stuff anymore though. He’s usually thinking about the next step. If he’s just wandering around town, he might be thinking about expansion. If he sees families he doesn’t recognize, he might start thinking about plants and then how he could bring it up to Hiro. Unless he was with someone and they were making him have fun with them, he’s just… thinking about Itou.

Your character finds themselves snowed in at the mountain village from y5. What do they do? “How the hell did I get to a mountain village?!” He’s not built for snow or being stuck in a single place against his will (snow be damned) for too long– he’d get antsy. So antsy. He’d rather shovel the snow away with his bare hands than get stuck. He’d be so annoying. (I would toss him out in the cold, personally.)

Would your character sing karaoke? If they had to sing one of the canonical karaoke songs, which would they choose? Oh, Kenji loves karaoke! He gets so into it– but, only in his car or at The Place. In any other circumstance, he will pass the mic so fast. Canonically speaking, ‘Judgment' is one of his favorite songs!

Would your character be good at disco dancing? Has to be! He runs a discotheque after all <3 His hips make people fall in love. True story.

Which canon character would/does your character get along best with? Why? Most of the hostesses and anyone that hates Majima. Lmao, totally kidding! By default, I feel like I have to say Saejima but that’s because Saejima can manage to get along with just about anybody. Other than that, I’m not sure!! This is a good question though, really good! There’s just no one else in canon that Kenji interacts with in the project- overall eh, idk.. I’ll have to come back to that! Thanks for the opportunity!

Which canon character is/would be your character’s worst enemy? Sagawa and Shimano– you didn’t ask why but I’ll still answer, their fucking with Majima bled into Itou family business and it became his responsibility to deal with. Easily a big part of why he doesn’t like Majima. He doesn’t like how Majima dealt with the situation and blames him for the bloodshed. 

What random bit-character would your character be buds with? No one comes to mind because I seem to have forgotten everyone but I will say this: Although Kenji puts up a really tough front, this mf has mommy and daddy issues- any character that shows him some sort of maternal or paternal love, he will latch onto and pretend it’s not happening. 

Your character sees Majima being mean to Nishida. What would they do? It’s a reason to argue and fight with Majima- he’s absolutely gonna defend Nishino. (not a typo)

What’s the most important canonical event your character witnesses/is involved with? The purchase of The Empty Lot- I say no more.

What sort of weird stuff you pick up off the ground is your character most excited to find? The only thing I see him picking up off the ground is money if I’m honest. Unless he just beat someone’s ass and they dropped a gnarly weapon. Then, that.

What would happen if your character met ono michio? Freeze. “...the hell’s that thing?” Then he walks off in the opposite direction. (Secretly mildly sketched out by mascots- he knows it's just a dude in a costume. He still hates it. Ever since he was a kid. Won't ever tell a soul that though.)

ASK GAME

[sinnershavesoulstoo]

I'm just. We all know I'm in love with the guy at work.

But like why? He's not even as good of a friend as i make him seem. I'm the good friend. I'm the one keeping our friendship afloat. I message him first, I bring him snacks, I start the conversations, I'm sending the memes. Honestly - if I stopped? I'm not sure we'd be friends? We'd be work friends for sure (uhh we'd be pals, probably not bffs) - but outside of that...for sure not. And recently, he's been pulling away from our friendship. We used to message more often, he used to talk to me more at work. I know he's been talking to this girl and my assumption is it's moving in a good direction because they FaceTimed for 3 hours the other night. And he hates talking on the phone. He's also come into work and has complained about being really tired (which I assume is because he's up all night talking to her?) And I don't want to be jealous? Because that's not helping anyone. Especially since the feelings are mutual and it's a one sided thing here.

I can keep feeding my delulus, but that's not going to work in the long run. I've asked my tarot cards and they have all hinted at me and him working out eventually, the tiktok trends have been the same. But I want him to be happy. But I want to be happy too.

A girl at work tells me I need to meet new people all the time but this dumb false hope I have about him makes it to where I don't want to meet new people because I'm so hung up on him and hoping something comes of it.

I know people are different and I know they show emotions differently.

We're so different though.

Different love languages, different levels of intelligence, different world views. He doesn't like pets. (Unrelated)

Different lives. Completely different.

I grew up in a fucked up house with fucked up family all around - he grew up with 3 brothers and 2 parents. He had (and still has) love and support from a big family. He lived a fairly normal life, had friends, had purpose, had a life. I had an estranged sister, parents who fought all the time, parents who weren't involved, a mother who wanted / wants to suffocate me... He was married, he has kids. I barely had a functional relationship with 2 people.

I feel like i'm not good enough to be his friend because I feel inferior. He's so smart, and he uses big words and has actual conversations... the conversations I have with him and with people in general feel... shallow? Like, he's out here having conversations about the world. Things happening at work that means something, conversations about how to fix things in a fundamental manner. He uses words like fundamental? I don't know what that means, really. He watches the news, he has a lot of 'adult' qualities - and I feel like I'm a kid parading around in a kind of adult body. He can make educated guesses and he's definitely got better control of his emotions. Again. I'm like an unregulated toddler and he's a normal functioning adult.

I cry all the time and get my feelings hurt all the time, and I take things too seriously. And he's so even keeled and calm and doesn't let things get to him too much.

He's not good at...a lot of other stuff, though.

I think my emotional intelligence is definitely higher than his, he isn't good at helping people, he'll even tell you so. He always tells me he's the worst. Sometimes it feels like he's doing a...? "Oh woe is me I'm not good enough, I'm sorry but I'm going to keep being the worst, but I want to acknowledge that I know it" I don't know if I'm projecting because that's how Jacob acted or if he really is and I'm just ignoring it.

I don't know. I'm just talking it out I think because ???

Like. I really and truly like him - but the compatibility levels? Low. I think. He's into other girls and definitely not me. If he were into me, wouldn't I know? I see how he looks at girls he finds attractive, he can barely look at me when we talk.

I don't know what I'm even talking about. I'm trying to convince myself we're not good for each other, but I want to continue feeding my delusions about us working out. But if we worked it out, it wouldn't last long. I wish it would.

[cornfieldsrambles]

no but you know what else

He always shows up in places where people have just died (the Serpent Sister that got turned to gold at the pie factory, a bunch of the Baker's Dozen getting exploded with the unicorn horns). which makes sense; even if he's going out of his way to target Puss, he's still Death and has a job to do, so he'd be there to collect up their souls or whatever

WHICH MEANS

That not only was Death following him around for the entire movie

BUT

He was DRAGGING AN INCREASINGLY LARGE NUMBER OF DEAD PEOPLE'S SOULS ALONG WITH HIM

WHILE FOLLOWING PUSS EVERYWHERE

FOR THE ENTIRE FUCKING MOVIE

Which is the FUNNIEST THING IN THE WORLD to me

like can you imagine

...

"DEAR LORD DID I JUST TURN TO STONE"

"Gold, actually. Name's Death. Nice to meet you."

"...wait, I'm dead?!"

"I mean your instinctive reaction upon being shown a golden hand called 'The Midas Touch' was to grab it with both hands. I don't know what you were expecting."

"Uh. Crap, I didn't think this through. So what, are you going to escort me to the afterlife or something?"

"...Well. Not yet."

"Huh? Why not?"

"I've got some, shall we say, unfinished business to attend to. I wasn't planning on having to pick up any other souls along the way, so I... guess you'll have to come with me."

...

"Gonna be honest. Of all the ways I thought I'd go out. 'Being ripped to pieces by sentient flowers that then went on fire for no reason, right after watching Jared be digested alive by another sentient flower' was not how I imagined it."

"Well, not that it makes a difference. You're all with me now, so..."

"At least we're all here together!"

"Not really. There's like... five of us. Including that random Serpent Sister over there."

"'Sup."

"So... what, we're following this overdramatic furry around on his weird revenge scheme before he finally takes us to whatever's next?"

"I mean yeah, pretty much."

"I would kill all of you if I could."

...

"He... shot me! He actually shot me!"

"Yeah, surprise surprise, throwing your lot in with the evil plum-pie man was a bad idea. The rest of the club's right here."

"HI, GUYS!"

"This is great! I mean... not GREAT, we're all dead, but we can be dead as a team!"

"Honestly I've been wishing I was dead for eight years now."

"Huh."

"Working for Mr Horner will do that to ya."

"That or it'll just kill you directly."

"Alright - you lot sit tight, I've got to go pose dramatically on a rock for a few seconds, then I'll be right back."

"...why?"

"It'll freak out Puss."

"Yeah but how does that help you kill him?"

"Hey, that's a good point - if you're Death, why can't you just waltz in and kill him right now so we can all move on?"

"Juego con mi comida."

"...seriously?"

"Especially when the food deserves knocking down a peg, having a few feathers ruffled before the final blow. You know?"

"Uggggh..."

"How long is this going to TAKE?"

"Same, I wanna die already!"

...

"Wow."

"Dang, that looked like it hurt."

"Oh, not at all, falling from a cliff and being crushed under a massive carriage is just a Tuesday for me. Yes, it hurt."

"I mean, I knew Mr Horner was capable of some pretty messed-up stuff, but wow."

"Right, that's it. How many of you, exactly, are there here now?"

"Wait, hold on, let me check - one, two, three..."

"So we started out a baker's dozen - hence the name, but now there's only one left - so twelve - plus Python over there, so..."

"...thirteen, yep."

"Rrrrrright."

"Well, sorry pal, but like... none of us WANTED to die."

"I did."

"As if."

"Speak for yourself, Jared!"

"I meant none of us CHOSE to die. We didn't sign up for this either."

"I know. I know."

"So can you take us to wherever you're taking us, please?"

"Soon."

"How soon is 'soon'?"

"For as long as it takes. In fact... yes, I feel our final confrontation is near."

"Greeeeaaaaat..."

...

"Looks like it's just Sage now. Poor her, she looks terrified."

"How long d'you think it'll take before she snuffs it and joins us?"

"Oh, she's not even making it to the Star."

"You're on."

"C'mon, Sage!"

"You got this, girl!"

"Ok, seriously, how long's Death been in that dumb cave?"

"Hey, we don't know how long it takes to just grab one single measly cat and kill him when you're a literal unstoppable force of nature- oh, hi there Death, didn't see you coming back!"

"That's evident. And for what it's worth, I was closer this time than I've ever been."

"Cool, cool-cool-cool."

"You should have seen the look on Puss' face... this was the most terrified he's ever been, I know it."

"You STILL haven't caught him?"

"Oh, COME ON!"

"Right. First of all. I told you, juego con mi comida. And second - there were others. I couldn't risk being seen before our final confrontation."

"Great. So will this next one finally, FINALLY be the actual for-real final confrontation?"

"Yes. Yes it will."

...

"H-h-he just left me there. Didn't even think twice... he just... left me to die."

"Aww, Sage, it's okay, we've all been there."

"Yeah, welcome to the 'Mr-Horner-is-a-jackass' club. We've got jackets."

"Anyway - how's the fight going? We can't quite see from down here."

"Oh - pretty fantastic. Everyone's going at each other, they'll probably tear each other apart before anyone gets the wish. Though I got a glimpse of the ol' Stabby Tabby myself, and I could've sworn he looked... really freaked out."

"You don't say."

"Yeah, he was terrified."

"So you know the weird giant wolf dude that dragged you out of the Star?"

"Um. Yeah. Said he was 'Death'. I think he was being metaphorical though..."

"Oh, he was NOT. Trust me."

"Anyway, yeah, he's primarily after Puss in Boots. We all just happened to... die in his presence along the way, I guess. I've been here since the river."

"I was here since those flowers."

"Hah! He's been lugging me around since the factory."

"...who are you again?"

"So after this actual totally-for-real last big showdown, he's finally going to take us to... whatever's next. The afterlife or whatever."

"Yeah, he's been fobbing us off for a while now, but he verbally promised us this time. When he comes back, he's going to have Puss in Boots' soul in his hand, and then we can all finally die in peace."

...

"You didn't get him."

"YOU DIDN'T GET HIM?!"

"No... no I didn't."

"Oh, come ON!"

"Literally after all that time, you finally have him in your grasp and you just... WALK AWAY?"

"Did you just miss the entire life lesson there or...?"

"Dude. We're villains. I couldn't give less of a rat's ass about your life lesson."

"Well, I could."

"No. You're seriously telling us you dragged us all around the Dark Forest-"

"Or even longer than that!"

"-for the purpose of killing that stupid cat, and then the time finally comes and you won't even DO it-"

"I KNOW. I know."

"...So what gives?"

"I... abused my power, would be the simplest way to put it. I would've abused it infinitely further had I taken a life by force."

"I mean, you are Death. Isn't that what you do?"

"No. Not like this. Not before it's time."

"Well, to be fair, the little scamp kind of deserved it."

"...Not anymore."

"For real?"

"Huh. Note to self: get a redemption arc to avoid dying."

"Nice try, chico. But that's not all. I was misleading you. I drew out your punishment by bringing you with me on this wild goose chase. None of this ever needed to happen. I... am sorry."

"Wait."

"Does this mean-"

"Are we finally-"

"That's right. I'm taking you straight to the afterlife. No more detours."

"YEAH!"

"Oh, finally!"

"I've never been so stoked to be dead before!"

"Hear that, Mr Horner? I DID IT! Now I can finally lay down and die."

...

"...wait, what's that?"

...

"Look at the Star... what's happening to it?"

...

"Is that..."

"Did he..."

"Is he really ginormous or is it like a perspective thing?"

...

"Oh no."

"Please, please not now..."

...

"Death?"

"Death, please don't tell us you have to go back and get him..."

...

"Wait right here."

"NO!"

"Oh, COME ON!"

"Urgggggh..."

"Not him, not him, dear lord why did it have to be HIM..."

"He couldn't have waited like ten minutes to die?"

"Or just stayed in that dumb infinity-bag?"

"Seriously, we can't even escape him in death..."

...

Needless to say, I think the final trip to the afterlife would've been... awkward.

AND ANOTHER THING I think it's absolutely batshit hysterical that Death just fuckin follows Puss around like his own personal sleep paralysis demon for the whole movie and no one fuckin knows that literal death is tryin to get his ass until he just waltzes through the barrier at the climax to throw the fuck down and everyone is like shit who's this guy what's his story like NO ONE IS AWARE THAT DEATH HAS BEEN WATCHING THE WHOLE TIME NO ONE EVEN SEEMS TO KNOW IT'S FUCKIN HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE HE'S JUST THIS GUY WHO SHOWS UP OUT OF THE BLUE TO WRECK PUSS'S SHIT AFTER THEY ALL WENT THROUGH A WHOLE LOT OF BAFOOLERY FIGHTING EACH OTHER OVER THE MAP AND THE WISH AND I JUST UGH THIS MOVIE I LOVE IT SM

[caitimetravels]

she's insignificant

chapter 9: i missed you.. say it back

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: none

masterlist

"klaus?" y/n stepped upstairs, hoping he was home. she was worried after he disappeared but was relieved to feel him now. she wandered through the house, looking around for him. she called out as she walked.

finally, she caught sight of him in the bathtub. he looked distressed, eyes blown wide and flickering around in fear. with quicker steps she knelt beside the bath, reaching out and shaking his arm. "klaus?" she called but he didn't seem to hear her.

"klaus?!" she shouted, worried. he shot up, shaking. "hey, hey, are you alright?" she placed her hand gently on his shoulder, speaking softly so as not to startle him. he breathed heavily before staring blankly at her for a moment, eyes teary.

"klaus? what happened to you?" she slowly moved to take his hands, examining them. she frowned at the blood and dirt adorning them. where had he been?

klaus didn't answer her question for a while, instead sobbing quietly, leaning back in the tub. he looked broken, it was the worst she had ever seen her brother in his life. she could practically see his heart torn to shreds in his chest. not wanting to worsen his mood she reached for some soap and a cloth, letting go of his hands for a moment. she moved back to sit beside him. she took his left hand first, softly wiping away the blood and dirt. 

neither of them spoke for a while, both just enjoying the others presence. 

"i was worried" she eventually broke the silence, voice almost a whisper, "i couldn't feel your soul and i thought.. i thought we lost you"  there was a pause, "where did you go?"

klaus frowned, looking up at her now, eyes still glassy with emotion. "i met someone" he slowly begun, "i time travelled, back to 1968 in vietnam.. i fought in a war" he chuckled bitterly, "he was.. beautiful, i loved him- i love him more than myself.. we spent almost a year together before.. " he begun to choke up, eyes filling with fresh tears.

"hey, hey, it's okay" y/n reached a hand up, caressing his hair. she shifted so that she sat on the side of the bath and he could lean his head against her hip while she continued to thoroughly clean his hands. "i'm sure he was lovely. probably sweet and he'd have to be able to keep up with you" she gently teased, poking his wrist. he laughed feebly, nodding against her side.

"he was so sweet. very handsome, he was so supportive.." 

"he sounds perfect for you" y/n smiled sadly, wishing she could have done something to bring him back for klaus.

"he was perfect" klaus sighed shakily, whispering quietly. y/n didn't want him to spiral, he was probably hurting a lot right now. so, she continued talking, anything to help ease his pain. she knew it wasn't much in comparison but she couldn't just let him hurt. 

"i'm sure he would have done well at a family dinner" she joked, hoping to direct the conversation elsewhere. klaus laughed a bit louder, imagining him interacting with their family.

"oh, he'd be so intimidated" she smiled, "you'd all probably scare him off"

y/n gasped in mock offence, "i would not! i'd be very nice, thank you very much!"

"hm, i'm sure you would. i can't say the same for diego and luther though" klaus hummed, much more at ease now.

"what about five? he'd be so grumpy" y/n teased her brother and klaus chuckled too, "that's if he even showed up though" 

"the little gremlin, probably wouldn't even acknowledge us" 

"gremlin?" y/n snorted, "i suppose he always has been, huh? i have to say, he's a lot worse now than he was"

"now?" klaus raised his eyebrows, pulling back to look at her. he thought about it for a moment, "he's not too bad i guess, just doesn't want to ask for our help" 

"we never really talked much so i can't accurately comment on when we were younger but he's definitely a solo rider now" she nodded, 

"what about me?" klaus gave a small grin, 

"what about you?" she hummed, amused.

klaus rested back against her, "how have i changed?"

"you didn't change that much, i suppose" she paused her movements with the wash cloth, thinking about it. "i think you've matured though, you've been through a lot, we all have and we've all done it alone.. i guess that's just made us all grow up a bit more.. depressed then we should've. you're still the same though, you're still funny, you make me laugh, you're still drug obsessed.. you should stop but i know you probably won't.." she gently resumed washing the blood away. "you're familiar, i guess.. i really did miss you, you know?" 

klaus smiled, although it looked a sadder than before. "i know, little sis. i missed you too.. sometimes i wish i had taken you with me when i left but i knew i couldn't.. i'm sorry i left you all alone"

"mm, well.. it's okay, while i was lonely i'm glad you all found your own lives" she shrugged it off, calmly. she dropped his arm now, standing up. "now, come on, the water's probably cold by now" 

"hey.. little sis" klaus made her stop and pause for a moment. "i lied to you.. when we were younger"

"what do you mean?" she frowned,

"about ben.. he was there, he's always been there" klaus looked down, "i should have told you when you asked but i.. i was scared dad would realise i wasn't completely hopeless or some crap like that"

"no, no, i get it.. sort of" she smiled, "i lied to everyone as well"

they shared a soft look, both really having missed each other.

she then turned to wash the cloth in the sink while klaus got out, he pulled the plug and took a towel with him to his room. while she washed the cloth he dried off and got dressed. she looked up as she heard footsteps. using her powers she knew it was five. he stood in the doorway to klaus' room, looking at the bloody hand prints on the bathtub and the red trail that lead to his room.

he slowly walked into the room as klaus pulled a shirt on. he knocked softly,

"you okay?"

"yeah.. just uh long night" klaus shrugged it off, shirt hanging on his arms. noticing that he begun to pull it over his head.

"more than one from the looks of it" five stepped into the room.

"yup"

y/n wrung out the cloth, seeing as it was no longer red and left it on the side of the sink, folded over. she walked down the hall, grimacing at the trail klaus left.

"don't remember the dog tags" five pointed out as she stepped closer.

"yeah, they belong to a.. friend" klaus waved it off, pulling his shirt down.

"how 'bout that new tattoo?" five was obviously pushing him, wanting answers. 

"you know, i don't totally remember even getting it" klaus shrugged, "like i said, it was a long night"

"what are you questioning him for?" y/n spoke up, leaning against the door. klaus didn't need five picking on him right now. he glanced at her before looking between them.

"he did it.. didn't you?" he asked, smirking.

"what are you talking about?" klaus frowned, taking a seat.

"you know i can recognise the symptoms klaus" five walked further into the room, right up to him.

"symptoms of what?" 

"the jet lag, full body itch, the headache that feels like someone shoved a box of cotton up into your nose and through your brain" five paused, watching as klaus ran his hands down his face. "you gonna tell me about it?"

"your pals, when they broke into the house and they couldn't find you. they took me hostage instead" he

"and in return you stole their briefcase" five smirked,

"yeah, i thought there was money in it. or i could pawn it, you know, whatever" klaus looked away, sighing "and then i opened it.." he looked down and five begun pacing.

"and the next thing you knew, you were where? or should i say when?" he paused to look at klaus.

"what difference does it make?" klaus threw a hand up, annoyed.

"what diff-? okay, how long were you gone?" 

"almost a year" klaus sighed.

"a year.." five breathed before leaning in towards him. "do you know what this means?"

"yeah, i'm ten months older now" he joked, 

"no, this isn't any sort of joke, klaus. hazel and chacha will do whatever they can to get the briefcase" five leaned in, pausing his pacing "where is it now?"

"gone, i destroyed it. poof!" klaus made a motion with his hands,

"what the hell were you thinking?" five glared, speaking through gritted teeth,

"what do you care?" klaus annunciated, 

"what do i care?! i needed it, you moron- so i could- i could get back, i could start over!" five begun to yell, getting angry.

"just.." klaus stood, shaking his head. he was done.

"where are you going?" five asked, watching him walk away.

"interrogations over.. just.. leave!" klaus called back, annoyed.

"nice going, five" y/n called, rolling her eyes. five's head snapped towards her.

"nice going? y/n i needed that-" he seethed but she cut him off with a hiss,

"i don't care, that's not an excuse to harass your family. klaus is having a hard time right now and you just barged in here like you own the place, getting angry at him for getting kidnapped!"

"i don't have time-" five scowled, beginning to argue,

"for what, five?! for us? for your family?" y/n took a moment to calm down, glaring at him "you can save the world all you want but remember.. if you ruin your relationships with us, they can't be fixed with a simple equation" 

she was about to leave before five grabbed a piece of paper, sitting down and using his knee to write.

"what are you doing?" she leaned closer to get a good look,

"i have a plan" he simply stood up and walked to his room. what was he up to this time?

she followed along behind him, watching as he begun to write on his walls, having run out of books and paper. she sighed, flopping onto his bed, waiting for him to finish whatever he was doing so that he would finally talk to her.

"ben.. he was there, he's always been there" he was there when she felt him in the room, she knew she wasn't crazy. would he be happy.. proud of her? would he have seen her fighting with her siblings? did he know about her powers and her efforts to find five? did he see all her training with dad and the long days she would study to help their brother? 

she wondered if her father could see it too.. could he see them all fighting? their problems all resurfacing? did he see her possess that assassin.. see what he didn't discover?

ben stood in the doorway, watching as five wrote away on the walls. he walked over to the bed, reaching out to take y/n's hand. he frowned when their skin never made contact, he only phased right through her. 

y/n frowned, sensing someone else. she sat up slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed and concentrating. ben stood in front of her, confused. he bent down to see her face clearly, her eyes were black..

"ben.." she whispered with a smile, her normal e/c eyes returning. the said boy smiled back, at least she knew.

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[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

¤°~Let's Meet The Newbies?~°¤

"[Name]!" Yuki calls out to the female, who was sleeping in their plain room compared to miss protagonists. "Mhm, what's the haps' dudette.." The taller girl slurs out sleepily, her eyes still closed. "It's morning already, we have to get ready." The brunette whispers softly like a mother, shaking her friend gently.

"Ugh.." [Name] groans, finally sitting up. "Alright I'm up, no need to shake me like a blind bag." Yuki smiles at the fellow human, then the girls eyes peer at her friends pajamas. Surprised at the plainess of it, heck now that she looked around the other girls room.

It was a lot less dazzling than her own.

Yuki frowns a bit, she kinda thought all the guests room looked the same. Guess she was wrong.

"Are you waiting for a strip show or something? Cause if you want that your gonna have to-" Yuki squeaks at the idea and jumps off the bed. Her face aflame at the thought. "No! I just- I didn't!!" The gal sequels out like a mouse.

"... Pft!" The other human giggles, grasping Yuki's arm and pulling her into a headlock. Ruffling the brunettes straight hair into a frumpy mess. "I'm just messin'! But if you do want that sorta thing, ask Asmo. I bet he'd be down." [Name] replied thoughtfully. Yuki, finally having enough of the other humans teasing, nudges herself out of the headlock and grabs [Name]'s head pillow. Hitting the girl with fury.

After a the small pillow war, Yuki leaves to go fix up her crumpled state. Leaving the battle field as [Name] laughter follows her out.

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Stretching her limbs out, a yawn escaped [Name]'s mouth. Descending down the many hallways of R.A.D. Uncaring if her fellow human was with her. Knowing fully well that the brown haired human had a slightly different class schedule than her. "Oh, it's you." Pausing in her foot-steps, [Name] saw the person who spoke to her.

"Hey, Rapheal. What's up?" The human asked with a cheesy smile. The angel stares at [Name] with confusion written on his blank face. It finally clicked on why he was staring at her like that. "Ooohh, your used to two humans. Not one. Welp sorry to burst your bubble. But I'm a single pringle at the moment."

Rapheal nodded, though he didn't seem down casted. Actually, from what [Name] could tell he looked pretty elated from her words. "If you want, you can wait for Yuki after her class. She'll be.. Uh, thrilled!"

The human stated, watching the angel like a hawk for any movement. But, the guy just kept staring before he stood beside [Name]. "Are you heading to class?" Rapheal asked. "Nah, I'mma' skip-" before the rest of her sentence came out, a loud and bubbly voice interrupted her.

"YO! If it isn't less average human!" Thirteen exclaimed, standing in front of the two. "Heya, what's shaken' bacon!" [Name] said, revelling in the chaotic energy as they do finger guns. Thirteen smiles devilishly, coyly giggling.

"Heh, not much, sayyy, where might you be heading?"

"Away from here." Rapheal said for [Name] bluntly.

Before Thirteen could snap back, Mephistopheles decided to join into the fray. "Fancy seeing you here, [Name]."  "Hey Mr. Gossip. What's on the agenda today?" The purple haired male chuckles at the nickname.

"I was thinking if you'd liked to do a small one-on-one interview with me for the R.A.D Newspaper club. "What's it like being a human in Devildom?" What do you say?" His green eyes kept her in place, waiting for her answer.

"Uh, yeah no. But I'm sure Yuki wouldn't mind. She'd love a interview, also she's a human too!" The radical human deflected easily.

Before any words were spoken further, [Name] started to back away from the new dateables. "You know what, I'm gonna uses the little humans room. 'Scuse me." Courageously walking forward like a bad bitch, than ran after they thought they were out of sight.

Thirteen vs Yuki!

"She's my best friend!" "She's my gal pal!

(Ta-Da! This was inspired by [The Idiot (Yandere! Obey Me x Reader)] It's so good check it out! If y'all are wondering yes I'll write more for Obey Me.)

[pixie-skull]

If I may add to the conversation too @airasora @puffythepigart and @little-bloodied-angel

1. When I was a consular aid for a school district and another time couple years ago, being an after school aid, we did have couple kids who were listed as trans and guess what… NONE WERE FORCED

2. Transitioning is technically in three parts.

2A. Social which all these COUPLE students were experiencing. What does that mean, practicing pronouns, gender expression, and if a name test out (yes can go through a couple names before settling).

2B. Legal, legalizing name change, gender on birth certificate and other important documents, and more finer details.

2C. Physical, if from medication to surgeries that fall under gender affirming care. Which most places require both prior, a professional or two’s letter of approval (a therapist lets say), the individual be the legal age of adult. The only exceptions if person again has done all above and close like a year or maybe two younger of adult, yet needs parents/guardians approval. However no children are actually rushing this final step.

3. Yes I do think in a way it is better to have the individual wait till late teens to 20’s as there been more success rates if surgery going well. Such trans women who wait are able to convert for bottom surgery more successful as more tissue, size (the size becomes to my understanding the cervix), and overall less complications. The few yet loud stories of kids transitioning like Jazz Jennings are people having access to all aspects of transition the average person can not. As well yes, from who studied psychology and developmental, I think it is important to understand that most when going through puberty are uncomfortable.

I mean I question my gender in end of high school, but when my parents at first were not supportive (being accused trying to fit if my sexuality to asking if one of my friends caused me to question as he was transition). However I was out to friends and peers are non-binary from my late teens to mid-20’s in various aspects. If from asking my relationships at the time call me a partner not a girlfriend, attending to trans events with friends, pronouns, all while watching YouTubers like Jamie Dodger and Sam Collins (even trans women yet no shock I tended watch trans men ;D ).

I even with a past therapist I had in 2021 to evaluate me by my request, of certain personality disorders and other diagnosis that can be mistaken as gender dysphoria. Not to say someone can not have both, just good to try understanding the differences helps confirm. To be fair I really try to do my research and understand (as my pal @little-bloodied-angel told me yesterday which again that made my day they understand I try so be through).

I mean (and I am sorry if this sounds insensitive) couple of my sisters had EDs and one I believe has gender dysmorphia, and when getting my Pysch evaluation I brought these up. After the screening/evaluation my therapist at the time said I do not have body dysmorphia as I showed a good relationship with my body. Minus of course the obvious gender dysphoria results. I mean I had nightmares with no actual SA happened (not constantly but enough throughout my preteen to young adulthood) and once I started my transition those nightmares just stopped. The subconscious even agreed! I mean dang I made self-inserts if were supposed be me and if women often I subconsciously felt unable see myself have the happy endings. However women OCs I would give them range of arches. Since then my OCs+self-interests both equally complex arches.

And yes, YES, thank you everyone bringing up the unethical changes on babies if from intersex to the circumcisions (if count the one to little girls in areas of the Middle East and Africa as I personal those are rooted in very questionable views on women). I mean as much my mother struggles to understand I want to transition, someone in his 20’s, she at least understands the circumcisions are definitely worth a review over. After all this woman in the 1980’s I heard one of her bosses she told another boss (a man), how by the logic of circumcisions on boys should the girls get their breast buds removed to lower chance of breast cancer. No, because foreskin does have a purpose and has more risk than good.

Look at John Money unethical study on twins and that is an example of forcing a child to transition and the actual repercussions of that. That “study” I feel shows why we have the safeguards we do have minors who want to transition and no one trying to do what John Money did.

Granted if I had CHANGE one aspect of the movement, I would say Protect Trans Lives as to not accidentally mislead others thinking only children are being protected under Protect Trans Kids slogans.

How come all the transphobes out there who are openly "worried" about trans children having their genitalia cut off are completely fine with circumcision?

1, no one is cutting off children's genitalia. I don't know where the fuck they got that idea from in the first place.

2, circumcision is technically ACTUAL "mutilation," so... why is cutting some of the foreskin of a baby boy somehow okay, but gender affirmative medical care isn't, which doesn't even involve surgery when you're a minor?

Make it make sense. Please. I'm all ears.

[fanficmaniatic]

For the ask: IDW or G1 Soundwave please :)

Okey! A bit of a disclaimer. There is much of IDW1 I have yet to read… like every thing before the death of optimus prime, and I have watched G1 just once, so instead of picking one, I am doing both, but just answering for the ones I feel I really can give answers to!

favorite thing about them

G1: Funny enough… His rivalry with Blaster. Just Imagine this single dad having to listen to EVERY SINGLE decepticon Comm unit, take care of his kids, and the only thing that he has to blow steam (not counting killing autobots- plus other stuff I’ll explain later) is making this red DJ know he is better than him. I love a good petty king.

IDW: … Wow, I am, where to beging? I know I am missing all the early stuff, but… Gosh, It kills me how loyal he is to the decepticon goal… I just… There is something so soft in IDW Soundwave that I don’t know how to describe.… He is admirable, and so noble, while still being that piece of scrap I love to pieces, you get it? I can’t even-

least favorite thing about them

G1: … Dont know, pal. Classics does no wrong.

IDW: … Okey, So I wouldn’t say that I 'don't like' this next point, but rather that it deeply pains me in ways I am no sure I can explain… but it is the fact that he doesn’t like music… And I understand why and…. idk man… makes me sad.

favorite line

G1:… About EVERYTHING that dude says is music to my ears, so I can't choose... but honestly? those moments when he is talking with one of the cassettes and he sounds a bit anxious????? YES

IDW: Dont think I have one for him in IDW… yet…

brOTP

G1:… Blaster…. Okey… OKEY, I know I said I loved their rivalry… But HEAR ME OUT!!… What if they were friends?…. and that’s why I have my roomates au

IDW: … I really like to think he and Cosmos are amica endura….

OTP

Okey, so… Is the same person in every continuity, but for different reason, (Except TFA I don’t know how I would work out that ship in that show… yet…)

G1: … Is Jazz… Jazz/Soundwave.… While I see TFP Jazzwave as reluctant allies to enemies to lovers… G1 Is just lovers who pick oposite sides, are angry at eachother, but, hey, “we are still meeting in the fountain for cuddles at 3?” “Soundwave: will be there.” just…Soft cross faction lovers… who meet each other in private just to relax form a long day of work....

IDW: Also Jazzwave, but this is a more mischievous take I guess? this is the we are enemies but I really admire/hate how good you are at what you are doing. No prewar connection, just uncontrollable crossfaction admiration that cannon could only wish to live up to. Is Jazz being attracted to danger and Soundwave hating not having the answers. Is each of them being a puzzle the other can only dream of solving.… Oh, but if they just got the chance…

nOTP

Soundwave with either Starscream or Prowl... This applies to all continuities and almost all of my favorite characters.

random head canon

G1: Some times Soundwave hacks radio stations just to see how many people enjoy his music... He, Jazz and Blaster also have a special comm link that is ONLY for music, they send each other remixes all the time.

IDW: ... Look, the problem here is that I wouldn't know if it was cannon, most of what I know of IDW comes from fandom osmosis... but always though IDW Soundwave to be the type of bot to get easily overwhelmed, be it by emotional or external in put. Thats why he prefers dealing with communications and screens... It is easier to deal with.

unpopular opinion

G1: ...idk, im sorry 🥺

IDW: Look... I feel like people are always describing IDW Soundwave in particular as a brick wall in sense of emotions... and Like, I AM SORRY, but that dude cries under his mask all the time, am I really the only one that gets those vibes?? like yeah, he keeps his EM field close to his chest and all that, but behind that mask? he is listening to everything people say about him, and he is really volatile. If he takes that mask off productivity goes down 70% because he HAS to make sure his emotions are not visible, and it takes a lot out of him to do so.

song i associate with them

G1:

IDW:

favorite picture of them

G1: these ones

...buttons....

IDW:

HE ANGY.

[randomshyperson]

Left Behind - Chapter 8 - Fine Line

Gif was made by my friend @abimess

Summary: The one where you lived in the apartment under the Maximoff family in Sokovia, or, your journey as a Sokovian civilian to Avenger.

Warnings: (+16) Violence, fighting, cursing, civil war environments, abuse of power, assault, torture, underage kissing, psychological torture, substance use, mention of assault/fighting of children, smut, kissing, teasing, insinuation of sexual and moral harassment, verbal offenses.

Words: 4.183K

A/N> I have no idea. Good reading.

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Chapter 8 - Fine Line

As soon as the jet landed on the compound, things started to change.

Nick Fury was waiting for the Avengers at the entrance, and you exchanged a look with Natasha as you walked alongside everyone.

"I would like the twins to attend this meeting." Nick asks as soon as Steve leads the team into the office. You sit down next to Bucky on the couch in the common room, and he looks at you, as if wondering if you were going to contradict the other man, but you are looking at the Maximoffs.

Wanda and Pietro nod in understanding, and you try to give a reassuring smile when the girl looks at you, but it doesn't seem to help much as she just looks away and walks inside with her brother.

"What do you think they're talking about?" You ask a few minutes after you and Bucky are left alone. The winter soldier sighs lightly.

"Ultron, of course." He says. "Nick will want to know everything the twins have on him since they were working together. And I think some legal questions about them being here, like we did with you."

"Do you think they will want to become Avengers?" You ask a moment later, twiddling your fingers anxiously. Bucky gives a little smile.

"Depends on how much Tony talks."

You laugh, leaning back against the armchair.

"Maybe that will take a while, wanna eat something?" Bucky asks next, and you glance at the meeting room door before muttering, "Sure."

You and Bucky stand up toward the kitchen counter and he reaches into the cupboards, pulling out some ingredients as you prop your elbow on the counter.

"I'm going to make my secret recipe." He comments with a smile, taking two plates and placing them on the wood. "Grab some cheese for us?"

"Sure." You reply as you walk over to the refrigerator.

For the next few minutes, you watch Bucky prepare what resembles a cheese sandwich, but which he calls the Barnes secret recipe, but which is only different about the tomato and the fact that he heats the bread with oregano.

"Are you sure about that?" You ask as you watch him put on even more oregano. Bucky laughs lightly and then closes the bread, handing you one piece and taking the other.

"Come on, tell me what you think." He asks and you grimace uncertainly still biting into it. It is surprisingly good tasting, but deciding to tease him, you don't smile and the man looks at you wide-eyed.

"Dammit, pal, I don't think that turned out so good." You start and he takes a quick bite of the sandwich, and realizing you were joking, he nudges you lightly as he chews, making you laugh.

"Idiot." He grumbles but ends up laughing too.

You are in the middle of laughing when the meeting ends. Distracted by the interaction, you don't see the Avengers leaving the room, much less notice the way Wanda quickly catches the scene of you and Bucky laughing, and misinterprets it all.

"Barnes' secret recipe? Do you still have any for me?" Steve asks as he approaches, and you look at the Avengers who have entered the kitchen, scanning around for Wanda, but she is looking at the floor.

"I'll make one for you." Bucky says as the captain sits down on one of the stools. "Are you going to tell us what happened in there?"

Steve smiles, propping his elbow on the potty.

"For the current time, you guys are looking at the new two members of the Avengers." He counters and you widen your eyes, looking immediately at the twins. Pietro matches your excitement, but all you get from Wanda is a quick, almost annoyed look.

You leave your unfinished sandwich on your plate, and thank Bucky before walking over to the twins.

"Can we talk?" You ask them half-heartedly.

"Of c-

"Are you sure you're not busy?" Wanda interrupts her brother halfway through, crossing her arms. You frown in confusion, but Natasha approaches you.

"Why don't you show them the compound, Y/N?" She suggests with a smile. "They're going to be your door-mates too."

"Okay." You agree and exchange a look with Pietro before waving the direction where they should follow you.

It takes a few minutes to show them around, but you ensured that if they ever got lost, all they had to do was call out "Jarvis" who was already restored to the compound, plus there were maps in every corridor.

And then you led them to the hallway of rooms, and Pietro was the first door.

"I guess that's you." You say, and Pietro takes out the magnetic key he must have gotten from Fury in the briefing room to open the door.

You let the twins in first, and then follow them with your hands in your pockets, smiling at the impressed hiss Pietro gives.

"I know, it's fancy." You comment and he gives a short laugh, looking around.

"I never thought I'd be under the same roof as Tony Stark." He speaks and you bite the inside of your cheek, looking away to the floor.

"Yeah, me neither."

Have a moment of silence as they look around until Wanda, who is standing with her arms crossed and beside her brother, looks at you.

"Did you talk to him?" She asks. "About... Sokovia?"

You sigh lightly.

"I kind of did." You say. "Tony is... difficult. There' s not much to say about it if you ask me. I learned about how he had no idea that Stark Industries bankrolled the war, because he was busy spending his own fortune."

"Great guy." Pietro mutters and you give a weak little smile.

"Yeah, I know." You continue. "I'm sorry about that. I know you guys always wanted to find him and make him pay, but he didn't even know about the whole thing."

You shift the weight of your feet, and then sigh. "I know that doesn't change anything, but he apologized. And then he made me a suit, and let me stay here."

"You're right, it doesn't change or fix anything." Wanda retorts, but her gaze softens, "But, it's a start."

"And now we promise to help defeat Ultron." Pietro adds and you shake your head.

"What did Nick Fury say to convince you guys?" You ask with mild amusement and Pietro laughs, exchanging a quick glance with his sister.

"Your name." Wanda replies and you stop laughing because you feel your heart race, and your face heat up at the intensity of her gaze. Pietro seems to find the whole interaction amusing.

"W-what?"

"It doesn't matter. Can I see my room now?" Wanda asks quickly, already walking away to leave. You exchange a quick glance with Pietro, who just shrugs and then follows Wanda down the hall.

"Is this the one?" she asks as she stops next door and you shake your head.

"No, I'm in the middle." You clarify. "Yours is next."

She gives a smile as she looks at your door.

"I've never been in a room that was yours."

"That's because I've never had a room of my own before." You comment with a chuckle. "Wanna take a look?"

Wanda glances at you and then nods. You move closer to open the door, and try to ignore the way your heart races and your hands tremble because Wanda doesn't move aside and you have to lean in to open the lock.

She walks in as soon as the door opens, and you follow her in silence, trying not to look so affected.

"I think I just have the stuff the Avengers gave me here." You explain as you watch Wanda look around. "Not that I had anything in Sokovia."

Most of the rooms in the tower had a pattern of furnishings, and colors. As they became more comfortable, the team members would add their own personality to the room. In the short time you stayed with them, the most you had were sweaters with the team logo all over the place, or training shoes. There were also, however, drawings. And Wanda noticed.

"What are these?" She asks as she reaches for the small notebook on the armchair. You ran your hand through your hair shyly.

"A hobbie, I guess." You count with a smile. "It's new, it's...therapeutic, I think that's the word."

Wanda looks at you curiously.

"Since I've been here, I've had some trouble getting relaxed." You explain and Wanda frowns slightly. "So Bucky suggested finding a hobby of some sort."

"Who is Bucky?"

"The guy with the metal arm." You say and continue talking, not noticing the way Wanda squeezes the sketchbook a little too hard. "Since we've been through similar experiences, he figured that what his therapist taught him would probably help me too. He cooks, and I draw."

"Got it." Wanda murmurs, shifting her gaze to the notebook again. She opens it and looks at the pages carefully, smiling at some of the drawings. "When you say, similar experiences, what do you mean?"

You hesitate. Wanda doesn't know all about it. Everything you went through to get there. You wonder if you would like her to know.

"Maybe that's something for another time." You say as you look away and she looks upset.

"You used to tell me everything."

"Maybe there are things you don't need to know."

Wanda stares at you with her jaw locked. You look back, not sure what it is exactly that you're trying to hide.

You give in, with a soft sigh. You have waited so long to see them, only to have this strange nervous tension between you two.

Running a hand through your hair, you gesture to Wanda to return your notebook.

"Let me take you to your room..."

"No need, next door right? I'll be fine." She interrupts angrily, tossing the notebook into your hand.

"Wanda..."

But she's out of the room before you're done. You take a deep breath, staring at the notebook in your hands. Wanda never got to see the drawings you made of her.

Figuring that you should give them time to settle into their rooms, and take a shower after a mission like that, you return the notebook to your desk and decide to do the same.

With luck, you will be able to talk properly to each other in no time.

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Wanda and Pietro joining the team, seemed to have been the essential advantage for the Avengers to be ahead of Ultron.

Once you were back in the common room, Natasha handed you a mug of coffee while making a joke about Tony bragging about deciphering Ultron's entire plan, and you just laughed when she commented that it was easy to decipher when the twins had already shared the key information.

"We're going to Korea early tomorrow morning." She counters. "I think Steve wants to know if you're still going to be a part of it."

"Why wouldn't I?" You ask confused and she raises an eyebrow.

"You found your friends." She retorts and you sigh.

"Oh, yeah." You say. "B-but I can still help. I...I still want to"

"Is this about Ultron manipulating your friends?"

"Maybe."

Natasha laughs lightly.

"Well, the captain is in the conference room organizing everything." She says.

"I think he will be pleased to know that you are not heading off to Sokovia."

"Yet." You retort with a smile making Nat laugh as you take the coffee mug back.

When you arrived at the conference room, Steve was distracted by some paperwork, and you knocked on the door before entering.

"Hey, kiddo." He said as he turned his head to look at you quickly before returning his attention to the papers. "Everything okay?"

"Sure, Steve." You replied approaching, deciding to stay on your feet. "I wanted to let you know that I can still help."

Steve looks at you with a mixture of surprise and amazement.

"I thought..."

"Yeah, I know what I said before."You interrupt with an almost embarrassed smile. "But I want to help. I don't know what Ultron is planning, and I thought this was not my fight. But then..."

"It affected your friends." He concludes and you nod. Steve sighs and leans on the table, crossing his arms as he looks at you. "You know, I think I should give you a speech about how being a hero is about helping everyone, not just the people who matter to you."

You laugh humorlessly, looking away. You were going to contradict, but Steve quickly adds.

"I'm not going to do that." He says. "I won't because you grew up in a war that wasn't yours, with no one to fight for you. So you three were the only heroes you ever knew."

"We weren't heroes, Steve." You retort with a sigh. "We were just orphans trying to survive."

"My point is, I'm in no position to lecture you." He clarifies and you cross your arms, waiting for him to finish. "Your motive for fighting is nobody's business but your own. What matters is that you will be helping."

"Thanks, Cap." You grumble and Steve smiles.

He grabs a clipboard, and starts telling you about them finding out that Ultron had intention to create a better body made of Vibranium, and how they would be going to Korea to stop that and get the scepter back with the stone.

He is in the middle of the sentence about putting you on the support team when you can hear his heartbeat.

The sudden noise startles you and you frown in confusion.

"Everything okay?" He asks as he notices your expression, before you can say anything, your head starts to spin.

It's not just his heartbeat, but all the blood circulating in his veins that can be heard next. You suddenly find it hard to breathe, and just as you notice Steve's full molecular presence, you're able to know Natasha is in the next room, hear Tony chew in the basement, or feel Clint scratch his back.

It is oppressive and overwhelming and you stumble back in despair.

"W-what's happening?" You ask trying to breathe normally.

"Hey kid, breath, are you okay?" Steve asks worried, approaching you with his hands raised.

His heartbeat accelerates because he's scared for you and you gasp, covering your ears because you feel your head is going to explode.

"Please stop it." You ask in desperation, feeling your eyes fill with tears with all that information at once. "It's too much. please..."

"Tell me what's wrong." He asks but you just sit on the floor, burying your heads in your knees, and covering your ears as you try to breathe. "I'll get help."

Even after he leaves, you can feel his presence in the other rooms.

And it gets considerably worse when all the Avengers are around you, worried and asking what's wrong. Their heartbeats feels like it's going to pop your eardrums, and you want to scream.

"Hey Y/N, I need you to focus on my voice." It was Bruce, kneeling in front of you. "It's your powers increasing, remember how we talked about that? Try to focus on me."

"I can't. " You cry. "Please Bruce, it's too much. Tell them to be quiet."

"This will help." He says and you feel a sting in your thigh.

Little by little, the sounds become muffled, until they disappear. You get a taste of iron in your mouth, and you look up to see the whole team looking at you with concern, and Bruce in front of you, giving you a short smile.

"I'm sorry." You mumble awkwardly, feeling exhausted.

"Do not worry kid." Bruce says. "Can you stand?"

"I think so."

Bruce helps you anyway, one hand around your waist while your arm rests around his shoulders.

"I think you'd better lie down for a while." He says and then you are walking. "Guys, let's give her some space, alright?"

Bruce asks the team and they stop following you two. Bruce takes you to his room, and helps you to bed.

"Here we go." He murmurs as soon as you lie down completely. "How do you feel?"

"Exhausted." You respond weakly, feeling your eyes grow heavy. "Thanks for help."

"Any time." He says. "Rest kid, we have a lot to talk about when you wake up."

You want to tell him you'd like to know what's going on now, but you're falling asleep right away.

You don't know Wanda is standing at your door with a pounding heart.

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Waking up is surprisingly unpainful.

You expected at least a headache, but your powers do the job right.

"Good Morning." Bruce greets you as soon as he notices you fidgeting with the sheets. You frown.

"Morning? How long was I gone?"

"Thirty-eight hours and twelve minutes." He responds by placing the tablet he was holding on the table beside him. You widen your eyes in surprise, sitting up quickly. "Hey, take it easy."

"B-but the mission..."

"Do not worry about it." He says as he approaches your bed, sitting next to you at knee level. Bruce assesses you quickly and then sighs. "Are you feeling something? Any dizziness?"

"No." You say. "Where are the others?"

"The twins also went to Korea if that's what you want to know." He responds while looking away to fiddle with his jacket. He takes out a small lantern and holds it close to your eyes, examining something in them as he mutters to himself.

"What was wrong with me?" You ask as soon as he puts the object away. He adjusts his glasses.

"Don't talk like that." He asks. "There's nothing wrong with you."

"I was out for two days, doc." You retort with irony and he gives a short laugh.

"Yes, because you were exhausted." He says. "Don't worry about it, it's not a bad sign."

You mutter, crossing your arms. Bruce clears his throat as he reaches for the tablet on the table and then hands it to you.

"I did some analysis while you were sleeping." He says, and you stare at the graphics without understanding much. "They are good news."

"What did you inject in me back there?" You ask then, handing the tablet back to him.

"An alternative to Hydra Serum." He clarifies. "Without the obeying part, just the controlling of your abilities."

"Thanks, I guess." You mumble. Bruce locks the tablet before looking at you again.

"I'll ask Bucky to cook you something to eat, and then we'll go to the lab." He warns you. "We have some things to talk about."

"Whatever you say, doc."

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After eating, and thanking Bucky for the favor, you returned to the lab.

Bruce set up a kind of glass room that made you frown.

"I have a cell now?" You joked and he grimaced.

"It's not a cell." He retorted. "It's a training room."

"It looks like a cell."

"It is not."

"But it looks like."

Bruce sighed and you giggled, crossing your arms as you look at the glass in front of you. He walked over to open the door through the holographic lock and you took a closer look.

"Why did I get a training cell?"

"Your training room is special." He says entering the glass box. You follow him, and as soon as he enters, you notice that the glass muffles all outside noise. When the door closes behind you, you can only hear Bruce. "I needed something that could block out everything else when your powers awaken again."

"But I don't have super hearing, Banner." You retort. "I don't understand why an anti-noise room is the best option."

"That's not what it's for."

You tap the glass with your fingers while Bruce fiddles with the tablet. And then the glass gains a new layer of protection, which glows golden before becoming practically invisible.

"Cool." You whisper and then turn to him again. "But what is it for?"

"Well, as I said earlier, I did other tests on your blood." He counts. "By my calculations, and from your little scene two days ago, you're going to be showing an immediate growth in your healing abilities over the next few days."

"Okay..."

"Shield tries to classify the enhanced humans as best as possible, and after working with Maria, we put you in some of those categories." He counts and with a flick of his fingers, a hologram comes out of the tablet into the air in front of him.

It was your file, and lots of texts and some photographs that you thought were images from your time in Hydra. Those were Shield's files on you.

"Of course we'll just have to wait for it to happen, but you're already classified as an enhanced beta level with biotherapeutic skills."

You looked around the files, surprised about the pics of your young self that Shield managed to recover. Even images from your childhood.

"For now, you've only demonstrated cell regeneration and close-range healing manipulation."

He narrates. "And two days ago, you had a small episode."

"I could hear everyone's heartbeats." You clarified still looking at the files. "I felt them in the next room."

"I understand." Bruce grumbles as he writes something down on his tablet. "This is called biomolecular detection. Depending on how you evolve, you might be able to detect injured people meters away."

You frown in surprise. Bruce is thoughtful.

"Not only detecting the injured, but also being able to tell exactly where the wounds are." He says. "It's impressive."

"You forgot the part where I couldn't breathe and I curled up on the floor like a scared child." You mock.

"That's what this room is for." He retorts with a smile. "You need to learn to handle your powers in a controlled environment."

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"It's better than putting you in the middle of the fight, I'm sure of that."

You sigh, crossing your arms.

"What else does Shield have on me?"

"You want to look at childhood pictures, don't you?"

You laugh, shrugging.

"Obviously."

After showing your files, Bruce also explained how the room was designed to block, at a molecular level, your ability to sense other people outside the room.

Since the team wasn't in the tower for the next few days until the end of the mission in Korea, Bruce and Bucky would help you practice with your powers.

And as soon as the serum Bruce developed started to wear off, you felt your powers come back with a vengeance.

"I need you to focus on my voice until we get to the lab." Bucky asked worried as he found you on your knees at the living room floor, hands over your ears. You muttered weakly, feeling him help you to your feet as you heard the air rush in and out of his lungs. He started humming a song, and you whimpered, trying to concentrate, but everything was overwhelmingly noisy.

It seemed to take forever, but then everything went quiet next.

You look up to realize that Bucky has left you in the room, and then close the door.

"Thank you, buddy." You say, adjusting your balance by leaning against the glass.

"Don't worry." He says giving you a gentle smile. "Do you feel better?"

"Fuck, yes." You grumble as you quickly wipe your tears. Bucky watches you carefully.

You sit on the floor, closing your eyes. It takes Bruce a few minutes to get to the lab, but when he does, he looks worried.

"Sorry for taking so long, I was all the way downstairs." He clarifies as he approaches the glass. "How do you feel?"

"It happened again." You count. "But as soon as I got in here everything was quiet."

"Well the room works, that's great." He says and you laugh weakly. "I think we can start your training then."

"But who will train her?" Bucky asks confused.

"I thought you could do that." Bruce retorts and Bucky looks at him in surprise.

"What? I thought you were going to do it."

"I don't know how to train anyone, I'm just a doctor." Bruce argues.

"Well I'm a sergeant who was brainwashed for eighty years, I'm not the teacher type."

"But you're a still a sergeant..."

"I was never a drill Sergeant..."

"Jeez." You grunt humorously, clearing your throat to stop the argument. "I have an idea, as clearly none of you are in the mood to train me, I suggest Bruce give me some more of the special serum until Natasha or Steve get back."

"We can do that." Bruce agrees. "I'll get the serum. Hopefully you'll learn to control this soon."

"I hope so, doc."

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[taetaespeaches]

“You know I prefer apple jacks.”

yoongi x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 2.3K

a/n: Eeeek ok this is actually nerve-wracking posting this because like, it’s min and kid!!!! Anyways, you know the drill- they’re soft and in love and nothing is different here. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! :))

Mornings with Yoongi were always your favorite. The stress of the outside world was yet to intrude upon you both as you slowly moved about the apartment. It was quiet, peaceful, serene.

Or maybe you loved mornings with Yoongi so much because of his adorable bed head that he waddled around with, yet to comb out the evidence of a heavy slumber.

With a coffee cup in hand as you sat on the kitchen stool, you fondly watched Yoongi water your small patio garden outside the glass door. He was especially stunning under the glow of the warm rising sun, making it a challenge to look away from him. So you didn’t look away.

Emptying the watering can, his puffy sleep-filled eyes looked toward you through the glass barrier, a cute honey boy smile overtaking his features as he realized you were watching him. Ducking his head, he bashfully evaded your stare as you giggled from inside.

“Stop staring,” Yoongi complained in a playful grumpy tone the moment he stepped back inside the apartment.

“You’re so cute though,” you told him with a pout, the man scoffing as he set the watering can on the table next to the patio door. “My favorite movie,” you added with a smirk.

Avoiding your gaze, he walked across the living space toward you. “Speaking of, you fell asleep again last night,” he pouted adorably, you giggling as he easily slotted his legs between the v of yours.

“It was late,” you defended as he took the mug from your hands, bringing it to his lips to take a drink despite your glare. “And that movie was boring,” you whispered under your breath, the man meeting your words with an exaggerated gasp.

“That is one of the best movies ever made,” he pointed out, handing your coffee back to you. “Why didn’t you tell me you put sugar in that?” He questioned, nodding down to the beige beverage with a small winced expression.

“Why would I?” You teased, Yoongi chuckling lowly as he leaned toward you, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Thanks for watering my plants,” you told him softly.  

“Someone has to,” he joked in a whisper against your skin. You tried to hold back your laugh but a single giggle left your lips before you used one hand to reach around his frame and playfully smack the side of his ass. “Do you want breakfast?”

Looking down at you as you sat on the stool, he raised his eyebrows. “Are you cooking?”

“I can make you something,” you told him with a smirk, acting cocky all of a sudden in your average cooking skills.

“If you really want to,” he chuckled, triggering you to push him away just slightly so you could stand. “Ok, Kid, show me what you got,” he teased.

Setting your coffee cup down on the counter, you then stepped behind your boyfriend, placing your hands on his hips as you directed him to sit on the stool. “Watch and learn,” you bragged, appreciating the way Yoongi’s shoulders shook slightly in laughter. Placing a kiss to the back of his head, your lips touching his messy hair, you stepped away and made your way around the kitchen island.

“Welcome to Cooking with Kid,” you announced, your arms held out to your sides as you showed off the space. “I’m Kid,” you said with a smile, Yoongi flashing his own gummy grin at you as he watched you in amusement. “Today we’ll be cooking a bit of a controversial meal, as many disagree on the order in which you prepare this queen of all breakfast foods but first,” you paused, Yoongi’s eyes widening in response, “coffee for grampa.” The smile on Yoongi’s face only widened as he shook his head at your antics. Pouring him a cup, you placed it in front of him. “Made by my boyfriend, of course,” you informed him.

“Ah,” Yoongi said with a nod as he chuckled lightly. “Thank you, Kid”  

“No flirting, I’m working,” you told him in feigned offense, Yoongi’s mouth falling open just slightly as he scoffed at you because that was hardly flirting. “See me after the show,” you winked before moving right back into your act. “Ok, for this meal, we’re going to need two bowls,” you continued, Yoongi’s eyes intently watching you as you moved around the kitchen, fetching the ceramic bowls from the cupboard. “Any guesses on what the main ingredient is?” You pointed to your boyfriend, the man opening his mouth to respond, but you cutting him off before he could. “That’s right, it’s cereal,” you said enthusiastically with a nod. “But what kind?” You exaggerated the excitement of the decision.

Bounding over to the cupboard, you opened it to display a box of fruit loops. Raising his hand, your eyes widening. “Audience participation, love it,” you called out excitedly, gesturing at him to answer.

“I’m gonna guess fruit loops,” he played along with your act as he scanned the cabinet and saw just one single box of cereal, a wide smile spreading across your face in response to his cute playfulness.

“That would be correct!” You cheered. “Because I forgot to go to the store yesterday so it’s literally all we have,” you added in your celebratory voice, Yoongi silently chuckling at you.

Grabbing the cereal, you set it on the counter next to the bowls before going to the refrigerator. “Anyone who has made cereal before knows that milk is absolutely necessary. A crucial ingredient,” you noted, Yoongi giggling as he took a drink of his coffee. Raising his hand once more, you gasped. “Yes, Mr. Min?”

“Does the cereal or milk come first?” He asked curiously, leaning forward to hear your answer.

“Ah, that’s what makes this meal so controversial,” you noted, trying not to smile at the feigned seriousness in Yoongi’s face. “Some idiots like my good pal Jeon Jeongguk will do stupid things like pour the milk first, but that’s wrong,” you said, Yoongi nodding as if he was actually interested. Well, perhaps he was. “The cereal should come first if you have any common sense, I mean milk first? Why would you do that?” You ranted, falling out of character for a moment. “You know, that’s actually so annoying of him, you should douse the cereal, what good does putting cereal into mi-”

An adorable giggle left your boyfriend’s lips, his glowing face stealing your attention and cutting off your rant as you both stared at one another. His eyes were amused and fond, and as soft as ever. Biting your bottom lip, you shyly looked to the bowl on the counter in front of you. “Let me show you how this is done,” you commented quietly, feeling Yoongi’s adoring gaze still on you.

As you poured the cereal into one bowl, you watched as Yoongi’s hand came into your vision as he closed it over your free one that held the bowl lightly. Your orbs settled on his hand as you began slowly trailing them up his arm toward his face. “I said no flirting until after-” you started to playfully protest.

“You should marry me,” he suddenly spoke, cutting you off, your heart racing instantly as your gaze met his stunning features. His hand enclosed over yours, holding it sweetly, his eyes dripping with honey sweet affection and a sincere intention.

“What?” You asked just as a small breathy laugh left your lips while they spread into a smile.

“Will you?” He asked, letting you know it wasn’t a slip of the tongue. He meant it. He wanted to marry you. “Marry me?

“Really?” You questioned him, setting the box of cereal down as the man chuckled fondly.

“It would make me very happy,” he told you sincerely. To emphasize his point, he scooped up a fruit loop from the bowl with his hand that wasn’t holding yours. Holding it up to you as if it was a ring, he asked once more. “Will you marry me, Kid?”

As tears gathered in your eyes, a smile spreading on your face, you cocked your head to the side. “You know I prefer apple jacks,” you teased, Yoongi’s gummy grin growing affectionately.

“I can get you apple jacks,” he assured with a fond grin. “I’ll make that happen,” he added with a tiny nod.

“Of course, I’ll marry you, Min,” you told him, tears forming in his own orbs.

You both started around the kitchen island quickly to get to each other, meeting at the side of the counter as Yoongi’s hands found the sides of your face, pulling you into a passionate kiss. Fruit loop ring, or apple jacks, a real ring or no ring, you wanted to marry that man. Before you knew Yoongi, you hadn’t thought much about marriage, or what it all meant. But now, you just knew you wanted to marry him.

It wasn’t until later that night that you realized his proposal that morning wasn’t quite as sudden as it appeared. Yoongi took you out to celebrate your engagement, returning to the café where your second date took place; an impromptu meeting in which Yoongi had trekked several blocks in the snow to surprise you with a visit simply because he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

As you sat together, Yoongi suddenly interrupted your mindless but never meaningless conversation by saying, “I know you don’t mind, but I’m sorry it took me so long to propose.” Shaking your head at him, you disagreed with the apology because he was right, you didn’t mind. However, before you could say anything, he reached across the table and you expected him to intertwine his fingers with yours. When you didn’t feel their touch, you looked down at his hand to find a ring sitting in his grasp, your jaw dropping open. “I’ve had this for a few weeks now,” he admitted.

Pulling your gaze from the jewelry to inspect his features, you found him smiling at you with that soft gummy grin you adored so much. His cheeks were plush, a pink tint upon them as he chuckled at himself.

“I was on my way home from the studio one afternoon and you called me just to tell me that Holly had actually eaten some celery,” he smiled as he recalled the conversation. “Then you told me to hurry home because you missed me and I just- realized I want to be your husband.”

“Yoongi,” you whispered in surprise as he slid the ring on your finger. Both of your gazes bounced to the ring, you and Yoongi appreciating the way it looked at home on your digit.

“I started ring shopping the next day,” he informed you, you giggling as tears formed in your orbs.

Despite the touching moment, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease your now fiancé, shooting him a smirk as he sighed, knowing something was coming. “Who helped you?” You joked, Yoongi feigning offense as he sat back against his chair and scoffed.

“You think I need help picking out a ring for the love of my life?” He asked through a pout, you laughing as you leaned across the table, grabbing his hand in yours, the ring twinkling beautifully on your finger.

“The ring is stunning,” you assured him. “I love you so much,” you continued, a soft smile overtaking Yoongi’s features. Standing, you made your way to Yoongi, hovering over him as you stared down at him fondly.

Brushing your fingers through his hair, his hand grasped your waist. “I love you more,” he confessed, you smiling as you lowered your head toward his, kissing his lips softly.

“I still want my apple jacks ring,” you teased against his mouth, Yoongi chuckling as he squeezed the flesh of your side in response.

“Whatever you want, Kid,” he mumbled before deepening the kiss just slightly.

Though a marriage proposal didn’t change much in regards to the feelings you shared for one another, you were thrilled to be able to spend forever with him, devoted as husband and wife.

You both finished the day a few hours later, wrapped up in bed in one another’s arms, your bare skin pressed together as you dozed into slumber. And it was then that he revealed with a gummy smile that he didn’t just recruit the help from one or two people for ring shopping, but rather had an entire posse made up of Jin and his soon-to-be wife, Jungkook and his girlfriend, and Taehyung and his girlfriend.

“They were no help at all though,” he insisted.

“Oh my god, you had a whole ring shopping gang,” you giggled against his chest, staring at the jewelry adorning your finger.

“I actually took them all at different times and had them look at the same rings to ensure I was making the right decision,” he laughed at himself as you kissed his chest before your lips spread into a massive smile. “They all chose different rings though, but Tae and Peachy Keen agreed with me on this one.”

“You’re so fucking cute,” you beamed, trailing kisses up his body, pressing them to his neck alluringly. “You made the right choice,” you assure him as you glanced once more at the ring. “Just slightly better than an apple jack,” you teased, Yoongi groaning as he suddenly pushed you so your back was against the mattress, the man hovering over you.

“Would you shut up about the fucking apple jacks?” He beamed, unable to even feign annoyance.

“Make me,” you flirted, the man chuckling as he brought his lips to yours. And he did make you. At least until the next morning when you woke up and ate fruit loops for the second morning in a row.

Everything was different but the same; better but as good as ever. Watching him eat his fruit loops as he zoned out looking at your ring on your finger, you once again realized, for the millionth time since you’d met him, that you would be loving him for a very, very long time. But sooner rather than later he’d be your husband, and that was pretty fucking cool.

[lunavadash-creates]

Your The real pleasure story got me idea of AC character walking on reader changing clothes and getting surprised and embarrassed, but spotting a tattoo on reader's ribs and since it surprised them even more, they couldn't help but checking out reader?

Could you make it for Altair, Edward and Shay, since they're my favorite and maybe for someone of your choice?

Since I have tattoo on my ribs myself I know it makes people peeking on it without even knowing. And let's be honest, tattoos since forever were relating to outlaws and God forbid any normal and decent woman has one. My granny refused speaking to me for 4 freaking days after she found out I have tattoo because in her opinion I look like someone who is straight out of prison..

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Hello Knifey! 

Sorry it took a few days I’m a bit slow lately ;; Also when I start writing it, it turned out a little bit different but it’s still about a reader with a rib tattoo. I hope you will like this little thing. 

Also, I don’t have a tattoo myself but I adore looking at other people tattoos because they are all little works of art. So don’t worry about people being weird about it. It’s your skin, your tattoo and you can do whatever you want with it! Don’t let others tell you how to live your life!

Ayyway - here is the lil thing:

Altaїr

“Why would you stain your body like that?” Altaїr looked at you with a frown, after he spotted a tattoo covering a good part of your ribs. He was unfamiliar with that practice and people around tended to call tattooing a sin that was changing the Gods creation. Altaїr had never been a believer, especially since he saw the Apple, but he couldn’t help the disapproving tone of his voice.

“Stain?” You asked, mimicking his expression. “It’s not a stain! It’s a work of art!” You exclaimed angrily. He wasn’t the first person disapproving of your life choices, treating you like a worse kind of person only because you had a little bit of ink inside of your skin. You knew they were all wrong, but you had hoped that a person like Altaїr wouldn’t judge you. Yet, it appeared you were wrong.

Altaїr hadn’t said another word and let you leave the room.

He came back to you after a few hours, when you were preparing to go to sleep. You were still angry at your friend for his words, and it led to a minor injury during training that left you a little bruise on your arm.

“I never intended to upset you.” Those words knocked you out of your thoughts, so you turned around with an accusing look on your face.

“Don’t you knock?!”

“I did,” Altaїr was still standing near the door with a bowl of dates in his hands. “I came to…apologize. I’m not familiar with people stai- tattooing their bodies. But I am not judging you nor think lower of you.” He promised as he finally came closer, to put dates on your nightstand, next to your weapon.

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t outburst at you like I did. I just heard people accusing me of the weirdest things because of that tattoo.”

Altaїr nodded, accepting your apologies and soon you were sitting on the floor, eating fruits and talking about the future, novices, assassins, war, crusades… It was until Altaїr finally asked you the very thing he wanted to ask since he saw your tattoo.

“Can I see it again?” He asked and you, after a second of hesitation, raised your clothes to show him. Altaїr stretched his arm towards you and then you felt his warm fingers tracing the lines of your tattoo.

“It suits you well.”

Shay

“Oi, were you a pirate?”

With a frown you looked at Shay, that was casually leaning against the doorframe, watching you change your clothes. You really didn’t want to walk around in those kinds of clothes among the crew. You preferred the casually, comfortable clothes you could work and, most importantly, fight in.

“Why? Are you afraid I will steal your gold and sell it for a bottle of rum?”

“Ha! Very funny! As if you could steal from me! But I saw ya tattoo. So, were you a pirate?” He asked again, watching you like a hawk, After all, so many people wanted and tried to kill him, no wonder he was cautious around everyone, except Grandmaster. You joined the Templars only a few months ago.

“No, I have never been a pirate, but I saw them. When I was little I saw them with their bodies covered by tattoos, they looked like giant maps of undercover secrets and I just… I just wanted it too.” With a shrug, you put last piece of clothing over your body.

Shay had been looking at you with a grin, sparkles in his eyes as he finally took a few steps closer. His fingers brushed over your tattooed skin as he pulled you closer.

“You wanted to become a map of undercover secrets… Well, I have always wanted to be an adventurer. I think we may actually have a lot of fun together.” Just as he said it you felt a shiver going through your spine.

On that day you discovered he was both an adventurer and an owner of a tattoo kink.

Edward

“Nice ink you have there!” Edward said with a grin. You were both messy and tired after a fight and your clothes got torn, so now they were exposing part of a tattoo on your ribs. “Watcha got there?”

“Why? Want to copy me, pal?” You asked, dusting off sand and dirt of your skin. You could really use a bath, but you had to wait for Jackdaw to get the hell out of this godforsaken island.

You earned another grin as Edward suddenly took of remains of his shirt, exposing his tanned skin, almost fully covered in ink. You hardly suppressed a gasp as you saw his handsome, muscular body. You knew the bastard had a lot of tattoos but not that many.

“If ya find some free space.”

“Yeah, I guess your pale ass has some space on it,” You said and almost immediately regretted those words as you saw Edward turning around.

“Jaysus, mate, don’t you dare flash your ass at my face!” You screamed and throw a fistful of sand at him when you heard his loud laughter. Fucking pirates.

“So, now it’s your time. Show me what you got there.”

After a roll of your eyes, you finally tore off your shirt. It was hanging on a few threads anyway and way beyond saving point. Edward examined your body, looking at the tattoo with interest sparking in his blue eyes. It took him a little bit of time and you were about to throw another joke at him when he finally spoke.

“Suits you well. Not really my type of a tattoo but it’s perfect for ya.”

“Oh yes. Because you prefer to have a giant fucking hourglass tattooed on your nipple. Your taste in ink is questionable, Kenway.”

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 300: Days of Our Todorokis

Previously on BnHA: Hawks was all “hey Jeanist, wanna go on a road trip with me to my mom’s house?” Jeanist was all “you know it,” and so they hopped into Jeanist’s jercedes and took off. Hawks took a nap and had a flashback to his Dickensian childhood living in a abject poverty with his jerk mom and jerk dad, thinking heroes were make-believe until one day Endeavor arrested his dad and Baby Hawks was all “OH SHIT.” And then he saved a bunch of people, and the HPSC was all “what do we have here,” and blah blah blah, you know the rest. Back in the present, Hawks was all “well my life is currently in shambles, but on the plus side there’s no one bossing me around anymore so that’s pretty cool,” and then decided he was going to talk to Endeavor. Fandom was all “I can’t believe Hawks would side with his childhood hero over the man who burned his wings off and posted a video calling him a violent murderer who took after his abusive dad,” so that was fun and stuff. I can’t wait to see what piping fresh takes this new chapter will bring.

Today on BnHA: Our old friend Carbonation Carl tries to loot a Starbucks and gets his ass kicked by a senior citizen. Society is all “YEAH, WE’RE REALLY STARTING TO GET SICK OF THIS SHIT.” Old Man Samurai is all “this room won’t stop me because I can’t read it” and abruptly decides to retire, which, fun fact, is literally THE LEAST HELPFUL THING ANYONE HAS EVER DONE. Anyway so then a bunch of other punkasses follow suit, and while I won’t say that I’m actually starting to root for Stain to kill some peeps, just for the record I’m not not saying that either. Back in the hospital, Endeavor cries some tears because his life sucks, and then is confronted by his entire family, LED BY QUEEN REI, FIRST OF HER NAME, BACK IN BUSINESS AND LARGE AND IN CHARGE. Rei is all “fuck feeling sorry for yourself, we have a rogue Murder Son on the loose” and I swear to god I have never felt so alive.

so here we go! and just for the record, even though the last two chapters have been phenomenal, I don’t necessarily have any sky-high expectations for chapter 300, mostly because chapters 100 and 200 consisted of Mei Boobs, and Toadette and her horrific quirk lmao. so go ahead Horikoshi, what are you gonna pull out of your hat for this one

oh, back to this stuff again. sob

I guess there was only so much time we could spend having hospital antics and exploring Hawks’s past before we got back to dealing with the whole “the world has gone to absolute shit” issue huh, lol

omg

what’s with these bizarrely cute Noumus. why do I want to pet them

so the narrative text is going on about how people have been super paranoid about the Noumu ever since the USJ incident a year ago. so yeah, I guess the fact that there are now a bunch of them confirmed to be running around is really freaking people out even on top of everything else

wtf is happening here

what did this poor lil glass ever do to anyone. r.i.p.

OH MY FUCKING GOD

SODA SAM IS BACK ON THE LAM

tsk tsk tsk. my man has graduated from snatching purses to raiding cafes. going after that big money. this man has no business sense whatsoever lmao

OH BUT WATCH IT NOW!!

OH SNAP THE PEOPLE ARE FIGHTING BACK. WHATCHA GONNA DO NOW SAM

THIS MAN IS 172 YEARS OLD AND HE’S NOT HERE TO PLAY GAMES!!

WTF IS HE LIGHTING THIS THING ON FIRE OR SOME SHIT. GETTEM GRANDPA YEAHHHH HE’S CHARGING AT EM YEAHHHHHH

lmao so that was fun. and now we’re cutting to Wash!! omg. look at him

he’s so dedicated. too bad you don’t have a car like Best Jeanist. probably takes a while when you’re just running everywhere

you see?? you were too slow!!

NOOOO, GRANDPA. he defeated Pepsi Pete, but lost his life in the process. this is too tragic

anyway so the good news is that the cafe has been saved! but the bad news is, there really isn’t much of a cafe left. huh. I guess that’s one of the reasons why people are supposed to get a license to use their quirks like this

oh snap and now everyone is coming outside, and they’re none too happy to see poor old Wash over here

seriously Wash, get a bicycle or something. also the way this guy is gesturing so dramatically with his hand in this sort of “YOU SEE!! YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS!!” manner is sending me

OH MY GOD

HE SPEAKS. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS. IT MEANS JEANS PUNS ARE YESTERDAY’S NEWS, FOLKS!! MAKE WAY FOR THE LAUNDRY PUNS. CAN’T WAIT TO WATCH THIS ALL... UNFOLD

“the heroes had dwindled away” okay real talk you guys, it is literally only a matter of time before they press-gang the children into picking up their slack. I still don’t know how to feel about that, but it is happening one way or the other regardless. Child Soldiers 2 Electric Boogaloo. wonder if we’ll see a rise in vigilante action as well

OHO WHAT’S THIS? THIS IS A CHAPTER OF GRANDPAS HUH

-- no fucking way

WOW. WOW. WOWWWWWW

wow. so he didn’t do a fucking thing while the rest of the top ten were being turned into red mist in the previous arc, and now that it’s all over and they need his help more than ever, he decides... THAT IT’S TIME TO RETIRE. holy shit. “fuck you” doesn’t even begin to cover it my guy. you stand there and soak up those boos you coward

ohhhhhhh shiiiiit you guys. oh shit

the “I am not here” breaks my fucking heart for real though y’all. oh man. everything he worked for is gone just like that

(ETA: okay so a couple of the takes I’ve seen on this make it seem like All Might is somehow the bad guy here?? “this is what happens when society puts a bunch of glorified cops on a pedestal”, “finally the cracks in hero society are showing”, etc. etc. so, just a friendly reminder that this isn’t happening because of too much trust and a lack of critical thinking; this is happening because the villains killed all the heroes and broke a bunch of murderers out of jail. it’s happening because an organized league of terrorists succeeded in terrorizing, and so society is now understandably awash in fear and panic. like, it’s just wild to me that AFO is RIGHT FUCKING THERE, and yet week after week fandom still has their “IT’S ALL THE HEROES’ FAULT” signs still up on their lawns. BUT WHATEVER, MOVING ON.)

also though, so exactly how much time is passing here now? I wanted to go straight back to the hospital and see what happens with Deku and the Todorokis. please don’t tell me we’re jumping ahead sob. my aaaaangst

OH SHIT

STAIN. LISTEN UP BUDDY. I KNOW WE’VE HAD OUR DIFFERENCES, AND I STILL DESPISE YOU FOR CRIPPLING TENSEI AND TRYING TO KILL MY BEST BOY TENYA. BUT AS IT HAPPENS, THERE ARE ONE OR TWO OTHER HEROES OUT THERE NOW WHO I WOULDN’T MIND YOU PAYING A VISIT I’M JUST SAYING

LOL BUT IT ACTUALLY ISN’T THIS MAN, FFFFFF

sob. yeah I was talking about Old Man Samurai actually but YEAH. HEY THERE ENJI

also is this entire hospital actually run by characters from Super Mario Bros though. first Yoshi and now this guy, come the fuck on that is not a coincidence

lmao they stuck him in another one of these cavernous creepy hospital rooms

wtf is it with Horikoshi and these giant fucking rooms lately. Kacchan’s in chapter 298, then Tomie’s colossal house furnished with like one table and a TV, and now this. and the weirdest thing about it though is that “huge space with nothing to fill it up” is like the exact opposite of what you’ll usually find in Japanese homes lol

so now Enji is just sitting there thinking things like “my head is fuzzy” and “I’m alive” lmao okay. not quite all there yet, huh. I’ll give you a minute

I’m so fucking curious as to who his first visitor is going to be omg. either way it’s going to be interesting af, and either way fandom is probably going to feel some way about it but OH WELL

okay now his thoughts are getting more coherent! and he’s remembering Touya, and feeling regret for freezing up and forcing Shouto to deal with everything instead

!!! OH HERE GOES BRACE YOURSELVES Y’ALL IT’S ABOUT TO GET SPICY

NO TOUYA PLEASE DON’T CRY HONEY NO PLEASE

ohhhhhhh man

okay, I mean I didn’t expect you to, but so instead then you’re just going to do... what? lie there and wallow in regret and self-pity for the rest of your life? son you know that’s not how we deal with our problems here in Shounen

though also, I totally do get it though. honestly, thinking on it, I probably would have been disappointed with any other response. but so this is where the rest of his family (including his adopted son) come into play now though, because like it or not they’re all in this thing together. and so friends, I am once again asking you WHO IS GOING TO BE THE ONE TO VISIT ENJI FIRST

AHHHHHHH

KRANCH!!!! OMG AND THE OTHERS ARE SO TINY NEXT TO HIM THAT I ALMOST DIDN’T SEE THEM AT FIRST. IT’S BECAUSE THEY’RE TWENTY MILES AWAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS REGULATION HOCKEY RINK OF A ROOM

holy shit I’m so excited lkjlklhlglkasdsjldfk

SDKFJLSKHLKJL

the way she has him by his collar lmaoooo. “lol nah you’re not going anywhere pal.” damn straight, siblings have to be ride or die in situations like this. banding together for survival. strength in numbers

OH MY STARS I’M JUST WARNING YOU NOW THAT I’M ABOUT TO DISSECT EVERY LAST REMAINING PANEL OF THIS CHAPTER PROBABLY YOU GUYS. WE COULD BE HERE A WHILE

love how Fuyu has absolutely no idea how to segue into THE SINGLE MOST AWKWARD CONVERSATION SHE’S EVER HAD, so she just GOES FOR IT in pure small talk mode like they’re meeting up for brunch somewhere

I KNOW IT’S A SMALL THING, BUT I APPRECIATE THAT THE FIRST THING ENJI ASKS IS WHETHER THEY’RE OKAY

lastly while I can’t wait for more of this delicious Natsu angst, I also just have to say that Enji has as much reason to cry right now as anyone on the planet. you can’t deny that being confronted by your not-dead-but-you-thought-he-was-dead son who’s all “SURPRISE DAD I GREW UP TO BE A MASS MURDERER AND I HATE YOU AND EVERYTHING IS ALL YOUR FAULT AND NOW I’M GONNA MAIM YOUR OTHER KID” with a side order of “EVERYONE HATES YOU AND SOCIETY IS CRUMBLING AND NOTHING WILL EVER BE GOOD EVER AGAIN” is enough to bum pretty much anyone out. there’s a Pagliacci the Clown joke here somewhere. BUT DOCTOR, I AM THE NUMBER ONE HERO

oh man lol he is seriously falling apart

damn. like you guys, I’m sorry, go ahead and cancel me, but I do feel compassion for the man. it’s therapeutic for me to see an abuser actually feel remorse and be truly sorry and want to change and want to make it up to his family. and it’s also compelling as fuck to read a narrative about a family that’s trying to grapple with that, because let me tell you straight up, as someone who’s done a version of that song and dance -- it is exhausting. it is a piping hot mess. it’s a gigantic mishmosh of extremely volatile emotions that all somehow all contradict one another. love, hurt, hope, anger, betrayal, resentment, attachment, longing. it’s something you can both be desperate for and also want nothing at all to do with. and attempting to portray all of that and write about it is a monumental task, and one which Horikoshi has done so, so delicately thus far, and damn but I appreciate it. anyway, so I’m here and I’m ready for my latest helping of Todoroki Fam Feels you guys

GASP

oh man. OHMANOHMANOHMAN. CAN IT REALLY BE. IS THIS THE REDEMPTION ARC OF CHAPTERS 100 AND 200???

LMAO SHE’S ALL “WE ALL FEEL BAD YOU JACKASS STOP CRYING ABOUT IT”

LAY INTO HIM REI!! SORRY ENJI YOUR PITY PARTY HAS BEEN CANCELLED IN FAVOR OF A “SO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT” PARTY COURTESY OF QUEEN ELSA OVER HERE. THE PEOPLE TOOK A VOTE AND WE WANT LESS WHINING AND MORE ACTION

oh my god look at this lady folks

NOTE THE HAIR BLOWING IN THE NONEXISTENT WIND. NOW WE KNOW WHERE SHOUTO GOT THIS POWER FROM

(ETA: btw guys, seeing Rei handle this crisis like an absolute champ despite everything she’s been through is everything, though. I’m reminded of Hawks’s line last week about people sometimes unexpectedly finding liberation when they’re backed into a corner. like things may be shit but goddammit her kiddos need her.)

THE CHAPTER IS ALREADY ENDING SOB, IT’S ONLY A 17-PAGER THIS WEEK, BUT GODDAMN WHAT A WAY TO CLOSE

oh my god. oh my god oh my god. AND FUCK YOU HORIKOSHI FOR CUTTING IT OFF THERE sob. it’s like each week the wait for the next chapter becomes more painful. the Todofam is about to get real, and on top of that Hawks is gonna crash the party at some point down the line, and on top of that we’re still waiting for Kacchan to have his own heartfelt discussion about What The Fuck Are We Supposed To Do Next with his best friend who’s currently in a coma. all I want to do with my life is read about these three things, and all I can do is simply wait as they are portioned out in agonizing, addicting little installments every week

anyway! tune in next time as we answer the question of whether or not fandom will finally run its train of logic all the way through to its natural conclusion and somehow manage to cancel Noted Abuse Apologist Todoroki Fucking Rei. don’t act like it can’t happen. you all know nothing is sacred lol. anyways but I’m ready for anything lol, bring it

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Tues 15 June ‘21

Venice MP filming is underway, romantic canalside walks and gondola ride are a GO, as seen in pap pics and many (many) videos from fans gathered on site! I’m sure they appreciated all the little sheer polo showing off Harry’s tits, who doesn’t love a good hiddies moment huh? GQ probably did too; they already wrote a whole article about the outfit Harry wore yesterday! But even they can’t say anything better about those shorts than that they look “presentable” LMAO. TAKE THAT corduroy shorts! What about those fans though? Well, they are certainly bringing us plenty of videos- Harry handing co-star David up out of a boat like a sweet gentleman, aww, Harry skipping about between shots, Harry with a lil purse, Harry just trying to live his life and like go eat food when not working, etc etc... maybe folks could take a few steps back? Looks like Harry is really getting hounded through the tiny Venetian streets and on set, by pretty large crowds, to the extent of disrupting filming, oh no. Harry signed a picture for a nearby school-- “stay outrageous”, again dating it (June ‘21) but possibly by the end of the day he was wishing people would not be quite so outrageous.

Meanwhile the antis stuck at home are frothing at the mouth trying to convince larries (or maybe themselves?) that we now ship David and Harry- uh sorry sweaty but having the ability to understand that holding hands for cameras does not have to mean that people are really fucking is actually a pretty major core component of the whole larrie thing?! But good luck with that! It makes sense that seeing Harry acting lovey dovey with someone that they know he isn’t actually sleeping with would throw them in a tizzy though, after all their whole identity is based on denying that’s a thing that’s possible... poor things, baby’s first cognitive dissonance! It can really make you question things huh, and that’s always rough.

But they’re not the only ones with things to say about Harry! Superstar of stage and screen Mandy Patinkin posted video of himself and his wife getting four minutes’ worth of lightning round pop culture trivia questions wrong, but he nails one of em- asked what a Harry song (WS) is about, he remains silent. Well done, that’s just what Harry would have said! And Selma Hayek told a story about Harry coming to her house where her pet owl (who Harry was enthralled with and wanted to hang out with him) regurgitated an owl pellet in his hair! LOL poor Harry; naturally she said he handled it very well and was very sweet. Yes, it’s possible Harry’s interactions with her were because she’s in Marvel’s Eternals; it’s also possible he was at her house because her husband is the head of the company that owns Gucci, or for some other reason entirely.

Liam’s Lonely Bug NFTs went on sale today!! Liam was excited and happy and all over the internet posting and chatting and watching it all happen. The auctions are still open for most of them so final news on that tomorrow! Today was just Liam being hype about it- “Fandom is working its magic thank you!” he said when his request to get LB trending got it up there worldwide in like half an hour, he said more interactive content will be added to the NFTs as time goes on, that Louis cooking was “very funny”, when asked to describe his NFT collection in one word he chose “liberating,” and his hair guy reposted comments Liam has been making in the discord talking about maybe going blond with a “hmmm”. Oooh? He did a long live talking about everything, patching in the other Lonely Bug creators and quite a few other NFT people (enough that at one point Liam jokes that there are enough of them to dress up as the band to satisfy commenters asking for 1D stuff). Anyway one of them compares this NFT to ‘the original Nirvana recordings’ hmmm I mean… that is another thing that is rare I guess yes, but that’s very specific and random sir? “I know for some of you this NFT world is slightly different than what you’re used to from me,” said Liam, “but your support so far has been amazing (as always!)”

And not only that- another new Liam song coming?! We haven’t even got the one yet! (or maybe this is the same one..?) Anyway, school pal S-X (Liam hyped his music a couple weeks ago) talked about him in an interview, saying "Liam is a good friend of mine and we've got stuff coming soon. I don't want to say too much as you know how those One Direction fans get [HEYYYY… oh wait yeah he’s totally right]- when I mention him I can't even open my Twitter. But we've got a song coming and it's a smash. It's sooner than you think and that's all I can say." OH RILLY?? INTERESTING! I was just eyeing him for the artist showcase Liam said he was gonna do on veeps but OKAY! He also said "We're both from Wolverhampton and I was in college with him at the same time, and going from that to global stardom at 17 is not normal for any person. To have toured the world, done stadium tours and everything, he is one of the most famous people in the world. So he will go through scrutiny from the media and whatever, but I can tell you he is one of the nicest people, one of the most genuine people I've ever met. He's a real good friend of mine."

And speaking of unexpected songs; another Zayn demo leak was posted! This time he’s singing You with Ellie Goulding; the song ended up being released by Troye Sivan.

And Anne Marie posted “rehearsals for #OURSONG live! I just love this song so much. I also miss your face @niallhoran” with a picture of them singing away; apparently she’s referring to the recording of the acoustic version which is out on Friday. Niall posted a picture of the Danish football player who collapsed during play the other day giving a thumbs up from the hospital; indeed it is very good to see that he’s all right.