#absolute miracle hes somehow not gotten an infection yet

[saturnniidae]

How am I meant to think Hiccup doesn't have self destructive tendencies when he canoncially never fucking takes his prosthetic foot off to, at the very least, go to sleep

[astro-b-o-y-d]

Alright, so I did try to look up any more potential fairy tales with wolves, but I think I’ve gotten all the ‘mainstream’ ones. Plus six kids is enough at this point.

Anyway, I’ve been bouncing around ideas for the group today and here’s what I have so far for the Wolfe Pack:

Already established this is some sort of post-apocalyptic world. Might go with zombies, both human and anthropomorphic. The anthro folk can get bitten and infected by anthro zombies but not human zombies. Humans can be infected by both. Which is probably why they’re having a harder time than the anthro folk with staying alive. Not sure if I’ll stick with this idea permanently, but I had it and I thought it was interesting.

Wolfe: Leader of the ‘pack’. Probably has some tragic backstory that inflicted him with a bad case of ‘I am not a father’ syndrome. Yet still ends up with six kids following him around. Go figure. Handsome and rugged. You know my deal by now. Probably just trying to find a safe haven in the middle of this nightmare world.

Akako: Not sure if I’ll go with this name permanently for her, but she’s Little Red. First of the kids to meet Wolfe and send him down the path of fatherhood. Either her grandmother is dead or missing, I haven’t decided yet. Small but definitely not defenseless, and is real scrappy. Think Nikki C/mp Ca/mp in a red cloak. No wonder she latched onto a big bad wolf figure, she’s practically a wolf in everything bit appearances.

The Piglets: Haven’t really developed them as individuals yet, but they’re a trio of admittedly pretty scrappy pig kids as well. Only difference between them and Akako is that they are FAR more violent with it, but also a bit more dense. At least the younger two are. The oldest is a lot more thoughtful and calculating, definitely the brains of the operation.

Or as brainy as one can be at like...nine or ten. For Wolfe and Akako find the three of them stashed in a house by themselves, cowering in toy forts as they try and plot out how they’re going to survive on their own. Probably have pocket knifes, which they definitely used on Wolfe once. Maybe twice.

Bradley: I dunno if I’ll stick with that name for him, but he’s the Boy Who Cried Wolf. Only in this instance, it’s kinda the opposite. He’s a snobby little rich boy who INSISTS that Wolfe and company escort him safely home to his waiting family, with the claims that they were separated due to him being at summer camp when the events of the apocalypse started going down and he was left with no way home.

More likely than not, he’s full of it, but the group lets him tag along regardless because come on, he’s a human and absolutely die in five minutes if left to his own devices. Wolfe’s not a father, but he’s not a monster either.

He’s probably a compulsive liar as well. Probably gonna channel a lot of Kokichi Oma mixed with your stereotypical rich child. Also there’s absolutely no one waiting for him. Not even because the zombies got to them first; they’re GONE gone. He probably knew that they wouldn’t wait for him, or even come for him, but you know...better to lie to himself than to face the truth.

Molly: Baa baa black sheep. Just the SWEETEST little darling, so soft and shy. It’s a miracle she’s survived on her own for as long as she has. Definitely terrified of Wolfe and company at first, but at this point, Wolfe’s probably accepted that he’s somehow adopted a whole family and is like ‘Well I guess one more can’t hurt, especially not one who eats plants. She’ll probably be the easiest to feed.’ She’s also very useful because her wool could be used for clothing. If only they had some kind of spindle or wheel. Maybe I’ll add one in somehow. Anyway, she’s just an absolute baby.

[pandastern]

Gravity (Bakugou x OC)

Part 9: Get Well Cards

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Bakugou x Vigilante!OC

Warnings: angst, explicit language, violence

Word count:   2255

Genre: enemies to lovers ; angst ; romance, slow burn

When a new student makes an entrance, Bakugou has a real bad feeling. There is something about this girl that just doesnt feel right. From the flaming hair to the calculating glint in her green eyes, everything about her just pisses him off.

Little does he know that his fate is intertwined with the person he despises so much, defining his future path in a way he would have never expected

When Artemis awoke, she was only slightly surprised to find herself in the hospital ward still. How long had she been out of it for? She couldn’t tell anymore. Her dreams had remained unforgiving, making her wake up sweat soaked and screaming. The images of the facility and what had happened in USJ had somehow merged in her head into a cocktail of terror, making it impossible for her to lower her own adrenaline levels and relax.

Closing her eyes, Artemis forced herself to breathe deeply. She needed to calm down and focus on reality. After all, couldn’t forget the reason why she’d come to UA in the first place.

The sound of an opening door caught her attention and made her turn towards her new visitor.

“Ah, you’re finally awake, darling,” said a tiny old lady wearing a hero costume and a big smile. Recovery Girl, Artemis guessed. So, she was in fact not in the city hospital, but the school medical wing. Made sense.

“How do you feel?”

Tired. Hurt. Exhausted.

“I’m fine�� How long was I out for?” Artemis sat up, unable to stop herself from flinching as a sharp pain shot through her back.

“Three days.” Recovery Girl eyed her carefully before pulling a chair up to her bedside. “You only just escaped death, my dear. It was a terrible incident.”

Artemis’s face betrayed nothing as she stared at her hands. A terrible incident? Is that what they were calling it? Of course. They had to keep face somehow. 

“You’ll be glad to hear that except for you, your classmate Midoriya and your teachers Aizawa and Thirteen, no-one has been injured. You were especially lucky. If the knife had been just a little deeper, it would have punctured your kidney and you would have bled out. It’s a miracle that you were able to fight so long with that kind of wound.”

Artemis swallowed. It had been that bad, huh? She could see the concern in the old lady’s eyes. A miracle... Artemis scoffed silently. No, not a miracle. Just the result of a lifetime of arduous and gruesome training. No matter how hard the fight, her own safety had never mattered. Only the result. Not that Recovery Girl would understand that.

Besides, what other choice did she have? Lie down and wait for death? Rely on others to protect her? No-one had ever protected her from anything.

“Will there be long-term consequences to this wound?” Artemis asked dryly.

She detected a hint of pity in Recovery Girl’s eyes, like she was a child that needed comfort. But Artemis didn’t need sympathy. She wasn’t a child, and she certainly wasn’t about to allow herself to be coddled.

“I was able to heal the wound in your back, but the poison is another story,” said Recovery Girl with a deep sigh. “I wasn’t able to stop the scarring because the poison had already infected the tissue around the wound. The poison itself was rather strong, so I’m afraid it’s going to take a while for your body to fight it off completely. However, I’m confident that you’ll make a full recovery. You just have to take it easy for a while.”

That made sense, Artemis thought. By controlling her own bloodflow, she’d allowed the poison to spread through her body way faster than it normally would have. She groaned and rubbed her eyes.

“So, I have to take it easy for the next couple of days?” she asked

“More like the next couple of weeks.”

“What?!”

Recovery Girl gave Artemis a scolding look. “You escaped death by only a hair’s breadth! Do you really expect to be up and running as normal in just a few days? The only reason we got to you so fast was because of the young boy, Bakugou, who carried you to the medics as soon as he arrived back at the USJ.”

Artemis’s heart jumped. He’d really carried her through the entire facility like that? Most of her memories of that time were so foggy, and yet there were a few details she remembered vividly that haunted like already nightmare-filled dreams.

The fear in his eyes as he’d held her close, like she was made of glass and could burst at any moment. The desperation in his voice, begging her to stay conscious. Artemis couldn’t work out why he’d done that for her. No-one had ever cared about her like that before. Why would anyone ever think her life was important? So long as the job got done, why did it matter?

Recovery Girl cleared her throat, pulling Artemis out of her thoughts.

“Speaking of your friends,” said the old lady in a softer tone, “it seems you gave all of them quite a scare. They came here to visit while you were still sleeping, so I told them to leave the get well cards on your night stand.”

That made Artemis perk up. “Friends?” she asked in confusion. “Get well cards?”

Turning slightly, Artemis spotted a collection of cards and even a basket full of snacks and flowers.

“What on earth?” she mumbled, picking up one of the cards and opening it to find a pretty handwritten note signed from Uraraka. The next one was from Midorya. There were others from Iida, Kirishima, Sero and even Kaminari. All of her classmates had taken the time to write a little something for her, wishing her a swift recovery.

Artemis wasn’t sure how to feel about this. They barely knew her. Why would they take the time to do such a thing?

“You look confused, darling.” Recovery Girl laughed softly. “Aren’t you happy that your friends have been thinking of you?”

Staring at the hero in front of her, Artemis blinked and looked over the cards again. “I wasn’t even aware that I had friends. Why would they give me all this stuff?”

Recovery Girl stared at her, a little bewildered. She chuckled softly. “Oh, silly girl. It’s because they’re your friends and worried about your wellbeing, of course!”

After a few more tests, Recovery Girl left Artemis alone to pack up. Despite the old lady’s concern, she’d insisted she be discharged early so she could go back to class. Artemis hated hospitals. They always reminded her of that god forsaken shithole she’d crawled out of. 

So, after she’d been forced to promise not to partake in any kind of combat until she was completely healed, Artemis was released. After she’d put her few belongings into her backpack, she emptied the basket her friends had brought her. She still couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about. She’d only exchanged a few words with most of her classmates so far. So why had they gone through this trouble? It was a weird thought.

While sorting through the gifts, Artemis noticed a small balled up piece of paper that had fallen to the ground. It looked like a page ripped out of a notebook.

Slowly, she leaned down, pick it up and unfurled it. The words that stared up at her were written in a messy scrawl.

Don’t fucking die.

Several other things had been scribbled across the paper, but whoever had written them had scratched them out so aggressively she couldn’t even begin to read what they said.

The three simple words screamed ‘Bakugou’, but she quickly put that thought out of her head. There was no way he’d write her a note, was there? Then again, he’d said those same words while carrying her through the USJ…

Again, her heart jumped in a way she couldn’t explain.

If Artemis thought the get well cards were confusing, then she was not prepared for the reaction of her classmates when she showed up for the next class.

The moment she entered the room, the whole class swarmed her, asking her how she felt and if she was okay. Kaminari even tried to take her backpack from her, though she quickly refused him.

It took a lot out of Artemis to smile and entertain her classmates’ concerns, trying her best not to look uncomfortable. She didn’t know how to handle this kind of attention and a part of her regretted having not gone straight home.

The class finally quieted down when a heavily bandaged Aizawa showed up. Artemis couldn’t believe that this man had dragged his arse to school, despite looking barely held together by a few stitches. So, 

Recovery Girl hadn’t joked around when she’d said that her teachers had gotten it bad, though she couldn’t help but respect his dedication to his work. 

Walking to her seat, she noticed a pair of eyes following her through the room. Bakugou was the only one who hadn’t come up to greet her. He sat at the back, his feet kicked up on his desk, watching her.

In any other circumstance, Artemis would have thrown a snarky remark his way, but something inside stopped her. If what Recovery Girl had told her was true, then she owed him one. Not to mention that note…

Raising her hand, she awkwardly waved at him. He scoffed and looked away.

Artemis took her seat and kept her eye facing the front. So, he was back to sulking again. Fine. She knew they’d been forced to cooperate at the USJ, but she couldn’t help but feel… disappointed.

Aizawa took his place at his desk and started the lesson with his signature big sigh.

“All right class. In two weeks, the school will hold its annual sports festival. As you all know, this is a lifetime opportunity for all of you, so I expect you all to give your absolute best!” he said while flipping through some papers. “Many high-ranking heroes will be in attendance to scout out newcomers, so take this competition seriously.”

“Is that really a good idea? After all, we were just attacked by villains,” Kaminari blurted out. “What if it happens again?”

A wave of whispers swept through the class. Artemis couldn’t blame them. Such a spectacle involved them putting their skills out in the open for everyone to see. It was the perfect invitation for more trouble, sooner or later.

“There will be additional security for the whole event. Apparently, the school thinks it’s best to show off to prove these grounds are safe.”

Even Artemis was able to hear that scoff. Of course, UA would have that attitude. Who cared about kids getting attacked when your image was on the line, right?

For the rest of the class, she just zoned out. She didn’t particularly care for the sports festival, but she’d take part. After all, she needed to pass this school for her own reasons.

When everyone was finally dismissed and all her classmates started to pack up, chattering excitedly about the upcoming competition, Artemis could just think about getting some peace and quiet. Perhaps she’d go up to the rooftop and rest for a bit, far away from the eyes that kept looking her over with unnecessary concern.

She grabbed her stuff quickly and stood up, ready to sneak out before anyone could swoop in and ask her to lunch, but Aizawa stepped in front of her just before she reached the door.

“Ms Moon. I’d like a word with you.”

Of course. She felt her already-sour mood drop a few notches. Was he really going to lecture her about what had happened at the USJ when he himself looked like a poor excuse of a mummy?

“Of course, sir,” she said, crossing her arms. “What do you want to talk about?”

Once everyone else was gone, Aizawa sat down at his desk and looked up at her. His face was impassive behind his bandages, betraying nothing of what was to come next.

“I’ve read the report of the USJ incident. How are you feeling now?” he asked.

“I’m fine. There’s nothing to worry about,” said Artemis.

“I see. Recovery Girl is of the opinion that I should exclude you from the sports festival due to the injuries you’ve sustained,” said Aizawa. His eyes searched hers, though for what, she couldn’t tell.

Artemis grit her teeth. “There’s no need for that. I’m perfectly fine and don’t need special treatment. My injury’s almost healed. Besides, we still have two weeks left, right? I want to compete.”

“Well, you do seem pretty adamant,” Aizawa replied sceptically.

“I am. I don’t need to be coddled, Mr Aizawa. I think I’ve proven that I’m much tougher than I may look.”

All this fuss over a stab wound, Artemis though. All she wanted was be left alone to get on with her life. She didn’t need anyone to baby her.

Aizawa raised his eyebrows as he shuffled the papers on his desk. “All right, I’ll let you take part. However, I expect you to use these two weeks to recover. If I see any signs that you’re not up to giving one hundred percent, I will take you out of the festival. In the meantime, you are not to attend combat training classes, though I’ll allow you to watch. Is that clear?”

His words sounded final. Even if she’d wanted to, Artemis doubted she could change. Besides, she could always train in her own time. Nobody would be standing over her shoulder constantly, policing her movements like at school.

“I understand, sir.”

Aizawa tilted his chin up. “Good.”

Artemis turned to leave. She was yearning for some sort of peace and quiet… and perhaps a big can of energy drink, as well.