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Midnight Mass Is Creative, Bold, and Flawed Horror

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This review contains huge spoilers for Midnight Mass. Don’t you dare even think of reading one word before you watch.

Mike Flanagan, the maestro of horror responsible for Netflix’s The Haunting of Hill House, The Haunting of Bly Manor, and this spooky season’s entry, Midnight Mass, has always taken a novelistic approach to storytelling.

The man knows his way around a jump-scare, sure, but he excels in crafting deep, rewarding themes, richly drawn characters, and ornate dialogue. It’s what has drawn him toward adapting novels from horror legends like Shirley Jackson, Henry James, and Stephen King. And it’s perhaps what’s even given him the courage to take on a task as bold as the follow-up to The Shining in Doctor Sleep. Flanagan isn’t afraid of weight; he trafficks in it like a young Jay-Z.

Midnight Mass is his latest weighty endeavor, but unlike its predecessors, it nearly buckles under the heft of its ambitions. Midnight Mass is a story about faith, death, remorse, forgiveness, and human existence itself. It grapples with the biggest of questions, the most unsolvable of mysteries. It ruminates on these topics with the grace of a passionate scholar and the repetitive, faux profundity of a dorm room stoner alike. There are long stretches of the series, particularly in early episodes, where you’ll forget that you’re watching a horror series altogether. It is both a feature and a bug. It will either keep you glued to your TV or turn you off completely.

Midnight Mass takes place on the fictional Crockett Island, a thinly populated, vaguely New England community impacted by an oil spill that decimated its once profitable fishing industry. Most of the townsfolk are Catholic and awaiting the return of their elderly priest, Monsignor Pruitt, who traveled abroad on a missionary trip to see the Holy Land. While they wait, Riley Flynn (Zack Gilford) returns via ferry after a four-year prison stint he served for murdering a young girl in a drunk driving accident.

Also newly arriving in the “Crock Pot “ is Father Paul (Hamish Linklater), a mysterious young priest who arrives to temporarily shepherd St. Patrick’s church in Monsignor Pruitt’s absence. As Riley reacquaints himself with his family and the town he left behind, while simultaneously trying to overcome his feelings of guilt, lack of direction, and loss of faith, he reconnects with Erin Greene (Kate Siegel), another former resident recently returned to Crockett after the dissolution of an abusive relationship.

Like Flanagan’s previous Netflix series, the supernatural terror on display almost comes second to the real-life horrors showcased in Midnight Mass. Every night when Riley goes to sleep, he sees the blood-coated face of his young victim lying on the pavement. The town drunk is continually forced to confront the young girl that he paralyzed in a hunting accident. Erin wakes one day to find the child she is pregnant with missing from her womb. A father is forced to confront the resentment he feels for his wayward son. A daughter watches her mother’s mind deteriorate. These stories are human and can be painfully relatable and Flanagan mines them for his most emotional and scarring material. While more traditional monsters and gore earn scares in later installments, Flanagan keeps the audience uneasy early on with everyday horror stories that can keep you awake at night in a way that vampires never could.

Ah yes, the vampire. Or should we call him the “Angel?” Midnight Mass’s big reveal is that Father Paul is really a de-aged Monsignor Pruitt who encountered a vampiric creature while on his pilgrimage. He is given eternal life, but cursed with a hunger for blood and the inability to withstand sunlight. Pruitt brings the Angel back with him to Crockett, mostly because he wants a second chance with the dying woman that he fathered a child with many years ago. If he can give divinity to the entirety of Crockett in the process, then that’s a plus.

It’s a fantastic concept — a holy man that interprets vampirism as divine intervention, playing upon the more horrific elements of the bible and really digging into the “drink my blood, eat my flesh” aspect of Jesus’ last supper — but it is slow to reach its chaotic conclusion. By episode four it’s clear to the audience that Pruitt is using his blood to heal folks like Leeza (Annarah Cymone), but you’re forced to watch as the characters catch-up.

Midnight Mass is thankfully only seven episodes, but really feels like it could have hit its main story beats in four. That’s in part due to the mountain of monologues delivered by every character. They’re mostly beautifully written and well-acted, but when they come one after the other after the other, they begin to have a numbing quality. That’s why Riley’s portion of the story works so well. Riley spends his time confronting his faith and guilty conscience in one-on-one AA meetings with Father Paul, some of Midnight Mass’s most arresting scenes.

Midnight Mass is bursting with ideas that get in the way of telling a simple creature feature, some of them more intriguing than others. Sheriff Hassan (Rahul Kohli) grapples with being what appears to be the only non-Christian on the island as his Muslim son warms to the idea of exploring Christianity. It’s a plotline that could sustain its own series and ultimately ends in a moving way. That said, the story between Joe and Leeza never actually pays off in a way that warrants Leeza’s showstopping speech about forgiveness. Also, the last-minute reveal that Pruitt fathered Sarah (Annabeth Gish) feels too tacked on amidst a busy finale to land properly.

However, none of this is the fault of the actors. The performances here are uniformly excellent and the earnest delivery of the material helps ward off accusations of purple prose. Linklater and Samantha Sloyan, who plays pious villain Bev Keane, could have easily gone off the rails with cartoonish depictions, but they keep things grounded and realistic.

Sloyan in particular deserves recognition for creating such a contemptible character that never goes too over-the-top, instead feeling like an accurate representation of the judgmental crone of your parish. These performances are all accented wonderfully by Flanagan’s liberal use of captivating tracking shots and a score comprised of religious hymns that can flip from life-affirming to creepy on a dime.

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Midnight Mass can be long in the tooth, overly ambitious with its theological and existential musings, and not particularly frightening at times. Still, it makes up for it with memorable characters, ace performances, and scripts dripping with heart and compassion. While it’s base concept could have more than sustained a limited series, Flanagan packs this thing with so much to chew on, for better or worse. Qualms aside, you cannot help but be bowled over by the ambition and technical craft on display. Though it certainly features too much speechifying, this is Flanagan’s most thought-provoking material yet and a welcome addition to his expanding horror tome.

Midnight Mass is available to stream on Netflix now.

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JJBA | All you wanna do

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Pair: Kars x Reader/ Kira Yoshikage x Reader/ Dio Brando x Reader/Diavolo x Reader/ Vinegar Doppio x Reader

Word: 5k

Trigger Warning: Dub-con / Rape/noncon/ Unrequited love/ Angst/ Sexual harassment/ Underage

A/N: I have this in my mind for a while now. While I listened to All you wanna do from six the musical and the idea popped up in my head. What if all the lovers of K. Howard become the main villain of Jojo? And the reader is K. Howard herself? That's the good angst material ;D This may contain many things to make you felt super uncomfortable, just make sure that you can read tragedy. And I'm not going to romanticize any of that.

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It firstly started ever since you were a child. You can call yourself as a mediocre person, but somehow; the magnets that drew anyone closer than you make them undeniably head over heels. It felt great, it's the feelings that always make you feel valuable, you like it, you love it when someone loves you. No matter what- you always return those love, both intentionally and unintentionally. Maybe it's both reasons why it withdraws and drags more people into your life.

Jacob was alright.

Malcolm was kind.

Alex was a little wild.

But they don't even different. Once they get closer, they drifted away, leaving you alone again. You didn't understand why, but you guess it's because they were the same, it just your luck to meet those boys. But you can't help but wonder, will you ever meet someone that gave you the feeling that you've always been requited for? The one that will be your knight in shining armor. You just can't wait.

That's what you in your fifteen years old thought- innocent, pure, and hopeful thinking. All day and night, you just daydreaming about the prince that will give you love. Only to get corrupted. If you knew better- you wouldn't fell into this dark spot. But... maybe- this is just your destiny that has been destined.

One day, in an afternoon. Your father brought in a man. Tall, dark, and sexy; that's all you could describe him. The long wavy underlit hair reached his back, red menacing eyes wander to your forms, his entire body is so large compare to you. You father introduced him; Kars, your new music teacher, will come to your house every day in an afternoon to teach you all about dynamics.

He was twenty-three

And you were fifteen, almost sixteen.

At first, Kars never touch you, he just sitting face to face across the table. Teaching the chords of the guitar, how to play piano, and lead you to learn the flute. That's all he did with you. You were really happy to have him as your teacher- you can call this as you have a crush on your teacher, but who knows? He was nothing but a pure masterpiece, not just his appearance, but his expertise in understanding things quickly can make you fell in love right then.

Kars was only one strict music teacher you've met. He was hard to please and picky with the tone. Even you're a beginner, he's not going easy on you. You want to make him impressed because you like him. So you practice a lot just to make Kars proud. Day by day, you got improved. You perfectly accomplished the pieces he suggests, a smile crossed his face, satisfied with your performance. That feeling hits you once more, you feel so valuable.

One day, you have an opportunity to sit right next to him, learning about the duet piano. You moved a bit closer with an innocent intention, asking him. "Mr. Kars- Why do you become a teacher instead of being famous, using your skills?"

He looked at you, narrowed his eyes. "Well, I'm happy at this state more." The man moved his hands on the piano, leading you with one pressing. You followed up, focusing on each note. The C minor makes your surroundings forlorn but also intensifies up. You peek at his expression once your hands almost intertwined, he just wears that grin on his face. Blushing crept up on your cheeks, the closer you look, the more alluring he became. "Focus, [Y/N]."

"Yes, sir." You gulped and continued to follow his notes. Suddenly, Kars stopped his movements, so you stopped too. But quite don't understand why. "Mr. Kars?"

"Play your parts, I'll watch."

"Wait- but if you don't lead me, I don't know what to do." You flustered at his words. "And this piece is a duet, and I'm not supposed to play alone, am I?"

"It's okay, you can do it, dear."

You tense up at the word he uses. Did he use it in intention? But no- you have to focused on the task he gives. You hope that he likes you, but somehow- it felt wrong. "Okay then," You nodded and started to play your part, which sounds strange without him. Kars watched in amusement of discomfort on your face, he was aware that you felt that it's not a good song anymore.

"You may stop."

"Yes,"

Kars turned his body to face yours. "So what does it feel to play a duet alone?"

"Strange, it's not a song I recognize anymore."

"That's right," Kars answered, using his fingertips pressing on the piano. "Without my lead, what will you do?"

"Play along, even if it's unrecognizable?"

"That's not right, you always have to follow my lead."

"Mr. Kars..."

You widened your eyes. Somehow, it felt off- like really off. Kars started to caressed you hair lovingly. His orbs stared deep into yours This is not what you expected at all, the confusion hit you like a truck, so puzzlement and doubtful. You didn't even dare to move. "You're prettiest of the pretty, [Y/N]." He whispered and you froze at the moment. His face gets closer every second.

Naive, innocent, pure, and vague is what you could describe yourself. You never meet someone that you genuinely like or admire before. Once you met your music teacher, Kars, you just couldn't process what's in your mind. You just love every minute you spend with him, you just adore every part of his figure, and you just so obsessed with the idea that he gets you and you get him. Although you don't want to say that there's chemistry between you and him, you still want to accept this moment.

You're just too young and immature to know that this shouldn't go this way. You let his mouth onto yours, sucking your breath off of your lungs. It just felt so wrong and so right at the same time, couldn't be one of it. His kiss was so harsh, harsher than you thought. When he pulled away to take a break, you almost felt like your lips were bruised. Appeared a smile across your teacher's face. He was so satisfied with you.

He embraced you with his arms, the torso underneath his shirt attached to yours. "What a fairest of the fair- I couldn't get enough of you." Kars complimented. Then he leaned in for a kiss one more time. You just let it be- he looked so proud that he could have you. He undid your whole dress as you felt the shiver ran down your spine.

Is it really what I want?

Or I'm just too naive to notice what's going on?

Before you could know- the pain stung inside you, while the salty tears brimmed off your eyes.

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It was a year after that, passing to your two birthday and you became seventeen. Due to your father, he has to manage the new business very far, far away from the city, you have to move out of your current residence. Before you moved out- Kars was so rough with the activity. Like he wants to tear every part of your form, it's the last time you could attach your body with his- he just couldn't be softer. But as soon as you realize, he has always been rough. You just think like that to trick yourself that he loves you so he did that.

You didn't even realize that he craved a scar across your heart, an unhealable scar that would forever stay there.

After his touch was long gone, you felt a little weird. It's not that you feel craving for his touch, but there's an unrecognizable feeling that hits you over and over. You regret what you decide on that day. You were just a minor and he's a fully grown man. You undeniably feel so bad about yourself, it was terrible. Why did you do that? And why did he do that too? Shouldn't Kars hold himself back? And shouldn't you be mature enough to deny his advances?

You spend hours crying on your knees. They soaked with your tear that streamed down non-stop. The regret, shame, and remorse slap you right when you've taken away from him. Gladly, you didn't get pregnant- but even then you knew, it's only the good things you acknowledge about this event so far. You were glad that you've taken away, or else you'll stick with the man forever- the man that hurt you, the man that uses the advantage of your innocent to catch you in his arms. You only hope deep inside your heart that you would never be able to see him again.

Your father suggested that you should become the apprentice at his office for a while. Less is better than nothing, he says. You agree because you don't know what to do, you just want to adjust your unstable minds for a bit. And it's the second regretful decision you've ever had in your past life.

You met another guy there; Kira Yoshikage.

He's from Japan, had moved in for years now. He was serious, stern, and slow. The quirkiness beyond his professionalism appearance sparked your interest. He was a secretary that volunteer to help your father take care of this newly open branch he manage. He tried to act like a mediocre person, but you knew that he's far capable of anything more than he tries to look like. So you tried to push him up.

Kira was thankful for your help. He and you spend your days helping each other with a bunch of documents. Despite his professionalism he always put on, he just genuinely gentle and kind toward you. Your almost aching heart just started to beat with delight each time he talks. Admiration started to grow stronger and stronger until you felt like he's different. There was a time that he accidentally touches your hands, he just brushes it off and stumbled his apologies. It was cute.

In the hint of his eyes- you can catch that he started to grow a bound together with you. He wants to touch you- but he held back, swallow down his desire. You started to felt weird once again. But let him have what he wants is not that bad, right? Kira kind toward you, he doesn't make you be the one that impressed him, he also showed you that how he efficient with this work. It just feels legit, he's different. Even your father put the trust in him, he always let you be alone with Kira.

One day, it was so late at that time. You and Kira were only two people left in the office. You trust him enough to lower your guard down. While you were cleaning your desk, Kira was making a cup of coffee. You threw away an unuse pen on the desk inside the box, bending down to carry it once you are done with yourself.

"[Y/N]" Kira suddenly spoke. You almost flinched of how much his voice was so close, you don't even know how can he just popped out of the blue. Slowly, you turned your head to him, seeing Kira standing behind you, two cups of coffee in his hands. "I don't know that you like it sweet or not, so I added a little much sugar."

"Well, thank you so much, sir." You smiled and take the cup that he offered you. Unexpectedly, Kira dropped the cup before you could grab it in your palm. You yelped as the hot liquid pouring down your stockings. "OW!- Ki-Kira-"

"Pulled off your stockings, [Y/N]!" Kira commanded you. You hurriedly do as he says, he just ran off to the kitchen next to this room, then came back with two cool-aids inside his hand. You tried to hold back your whines as the disturbing heat ran up and down your nerves. It was really painful. Willingly, you let Kira touch your legs, he put a cool-aid on each leg that almost burnt. Your eyes capture his pale frame, those vivid ocean eyes were so beautiful, his blonde bang pokes his cheekbone, somehow- he looks so elegant and attractive. You couldn't help yourself but stare at him "I'm so sorry, [Y/N]. I should've been more careful."

"Oh, it's alright. It's not too hot to leave me pain." You awkwardly smile at him.

Kira nodded with a small sigh left his mouth. "At least your hands are okay though. I almost thought that it would burn your hands instead."

"I'm just lucky." You playfully said.

"Yes, you are. Me too."

Hm?

Slowly, Kira moved his hand in the direction of yours. Caressed and held it tightly. Your heart almost skipped a beat. Kira continued to intertwine his fingers with yours, his movements started to get creepier every second. Wordless, but you tried to pulled your hand back from his grip. Something in Kira just snapped, he looked up to see your face, the glare that sews through your bones stopped all of your actions.

"[Y/N]..." He cooed. "I have to admit that I have an eye for you for a while now."

You silenced. His voice rang in your head, sweetened like a sugar coat. You blinked, staring your eyes back into his blue ones. Kira smiled fondly as he takes your hand toward his face, placing a kiss on it. You heart beating like crazy, pounding as loud as the drum.

"Your hands, you body, your face are just too perfect for me. I can't get enough of you."

Oh.

"And now, you're quiet- that's cute, you know?" Kira clung his cheek to your hand while staring at you. No word left your mouth, you just stay still like a doll. "[Y/N], will you help me get rid of these urges inside my head?"

You blinked, confusion builds up in your minds. "Kira-"

"Please do call me Yoshikage, [Y/N]." He stood up, the shadow of his cloak over your form. "If I was in those old periods- I dare say that I couldn't wait for a second more to get your corset on the floor."

The confusion that hits you before started to make you unable to respond to him. Is it okay for you to do this? It was too sudden- but his pleading yet so menacing eyes caught you off guard. You kind of like him though, but is it okay? Is it truly what you want to do? You don't know, you honestly don't know. The silence takes away the time for too long. Kira started to straddled over you, working on his belt.

And you give up again. Unintentionally.

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You felt so bad to yourself. You gave up to the one who holds more power than you once more. The feelings via your hands at that moment still there. It was slick and full of pain. You cried to yourself until you fell unconscious under your quilt. He made you sore all over, every inch of your body still remaining his action, bruised over there, hickies over here. After that, you want to talk to him, but he just ignored you completely. Like you were no one but a stranger. That makes nausea hit you hard, so all he wants was some intercourse? That's all?

At that time- you don't want to recall, but you have to. You just want to clear your mind, consider all of the events. Kira was so gentle, but his urges get him rougher every minute. You can't help but melt into his touch. Each kiss, each stroke, each thrust was intoxicated, you let yourself diving in the deep. These sensations gave you pleasure more than anything, making you think that he was going to be yours- he also acted as he does too. The chemistry between you and him is so right at that time.

Only for him to treat you like air the next day.

You stopped being an apprentice at your father's office. You weren't just tried to avoid Kira- but also everything that reminds you of him. The days passing by so easily than taking a breath. But you still think of Kira- why did you ever believe that he was different? You thought you could break yourself from these disgusting bond, but will you stand a chance to do so? You don't know what's in his head, he was so kind, so professional, and even show his goofy side to you. But is that only an act?

You decide to have a break from boys. Later, you turned nineteen, it was quicker than you expected it to be. Life without love is not that boring as you thought. You still can live your normal routine, sometimes you just went shopping by yourself. It was such a good time. You glad you can be over them with these small little activities. Still, this aching heart has trembled in unstable rhythm. You were afraid that before you could heal these wounds they left, you will close your heart completely, not daring to let anyone be near it again.

You were deeply aware that you don't want that. Deep down inside your heart- you knew that there might be a person who's the one for you.

And unexpectedly, you met someone- a person that so gorgeous, far more elegant than anyone else. You met him in the bar that you don't usually go to. Those neon lights, darkness, and the crowds didn't make him any lesser stunning. Those golden locks take away your breath, those pair of eyes almost make you forgot how to blink, his lips spread into a seductive smile, he was so ethereal and you almost feel illegal to stare at him.

Something in you just urges all your nerves. You follow that irresistible forms from far away- once you get closer, he introduces himself to you. Dio Brando. Tall, broad, and alluring. He was so dangerous and you could sense it. You guess he's not so different, but the way he licked his lips while gazing over your body made you want to wander deeper into those golden orbs.

The whole night you spend with him is more interesting than the rest of the guy you've known. The more you talk, the deeper the conversation is. He was really surprised that you could capable of him, answering the question smartly. He also told you that you're only one of a few people that could make him impressed. And yes- the delight of being someone worthy bloomed inside your heart once more.

Maybe sticking around with him is not hurt.

You learned in the night after that Dio is a lawyer, you weren't surprised that he talks about the structure of society last night. You didn't want to admit, but this Dio guy just makes your heart feel something precious inside. Even he appeared as a man who has high pride and so fascinating. You find him very cute. You won't tell him what you think of him, or else he just turned you down right there.

It started with friendship, ended on the mattress. It looks like both of you just pleased with each other so much. Each day you spend with him, it just drew you two closer.

"[Y/N], I've been thinking," Dio, laid besides you on the bed, talking to you casually. "What do you think 'beautiful' is?"

"Hm," You hummed, snuggle close to his bare body. Dio slung his arms over your shoulders, then placing a kiss your temple softly. "just a definition. It's something that we human sees and think they're good in shapes. Things that are beautiful today don't mean they will be necessarily beautiful tomorrow. It just what we see and assume it is a beauty. But if you talked about the beauty of a person, it's the opposite side of perfection, you don't have to be perfect just to be beautiful. The pure beauty comes from charisma and character."

"Impressive," Dio grinned as he caressed your hair carefully. His eyes were full of vivid reverence of your words. "And what do you prefer, beauty or perfection?"

You silenced for a second. "It's hard to decide, how about both?"

He chuckled, a smile spread across his face. "How greedy."

"I've always been greedy." You tracing your fingers along his torso, sending him the urges. "To be honest, even I couldn't define the definition of these two clearly. It's not the same but also not so different. Although I want both, perfection is rather frightening to me."

"How so?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Maybe because there's nothing perfect? Many things have been clarified as perfect, but none of them go near the true definition."

Dio gave you a tender peck on the lips after you finished you sentence. You flipped yourself on top of him and started to kiss the man back, biting his lower lips until his mouth wide open, welcoming whatever it comes. You slipped your tongue inside and intertwine with his, exchange the taste of one another. The hot breath undeniably makes everything get hotter. His arms swung over your waist, hands clenching anywhere he could on your flesh, making your desire for him intensifies. Your hands went lower, lower, and lower until you reach his member.

Dio's breath became unsteady. You know how much he loves this- you don't want to be full of yourself. But you guess Dio loves this activity as much he loves you. You break out of the kiss, moving your body lower. Your free hand fondled his abdomen lovingly and pushing him back just to relax. Your other hand started to rub the tip of his manhood with a tender touch.

Then, his phone rang.

You suddenly stopped. The man just scoffed. He reached for his phone and looked on the screen. You couldn't tell who it was since he has no different expression from before. But you just couldn't make him whines while he's on his phone, right?

He accepted the call, didn't bother to be the first one who starts a conversation.

Someone from the other side of the call said something quietly.

"I think I've already made myself clear. There's nothing I have to do with that anymore." His expression was far more than terrifying. Even you who's not the person he did talk to still intimidated by him. You watching closely, afraid that you'll do something to unpleased him. "You are better off without me? What an arrogant word flew out of your mouth. Then go ahead."

His voice was calm, but smoldering with amusement and anger. And not for so long, he ended the call casually.

"[Y/N], continued what you've started." Dio grabbed your hair with a smile, his expression change within a minute and that makes you have a cold sweat. "What's wrong, pet? You worry about that call, hm?"

"It just seems important."

"He's no one."

"Really? It doesn't seem like it." You started to get worried for real.

"You want to know who it is?"

You didn't answer him right away, just look at another place, avoiding his eye contact. "I'm not going to say that I don't want to."

Dio caressed your hair, intertwine your locks with his index finger. "He's my son." You stopped breathing. He just said that out of the blue. What can you expect to feel other than shock? When Dio saw you become wordless, a small chuckle left his mouth. The index finger cups your chin up, forcing you to stare back at him. "Don't worry, I'm not a married man. Never married, to be honest. But if you still feel bad about it, feel free to stop."

"Oh," You narrowed your eyes, clearly understand that his son was born from the former lover that's not even married to him. "I still wonder why."

"Wonder about what?"

You smiled bitterly as your minds drifted back into those two men before him. He's not that different. The delight feeling inside your chest just turned into numbness. "Nothing necessary."

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You never expected the unexpected. Your relationship with Dio is last longer than you could imagine. It was just far longer than anyone you've been with, exclude your family. From friends to a one night stand, then lead to a real couple. You never experienced something like this, it's so awkward, but still making you feel so good. Once you graduate from your college. Dio proposes to you.

So you got married.

It was quite strange, you are about ten years older than his eldest son, Giorno. But still, he has to call you mother. At first, you didn't plan to be a mother to Dio's four children, but most of them really appreciate your whole being though. Each of them born from Dio's different lover. And their mother has disappeared from their life for a long time ago. So, they don't bother to have you around that much. Exclude Rykiel that stick around you with a pure fond.

Even then, it's not easy with Dio. He started to extend the space between you and him. Without your knowing, he almost lost his interest in you. While you were busy with your work and the children, Dio wandering off in the night once again. You can't contact him while you're in need, but when you want some time to yourself, Dio came back, craving for your touch and all like nothing happen.

So you couldn't escape from these kinds of men, huh?

You kept your mouth shut every time, no matter how much you heard. You are just so done with everything right now. You couldn't let yourself losing control, even you know how many times he has lied to you like his second nature. The burden that you've to bear on your back is something you can't deny. You have to carry it on, until you've reached the destination, and you'll let it go.

But where is that destination, to be honest?

One day, in the afternoon. You just wandered off somewhere else, in an unspecific location. Just to find some new place to relax, you stopped by at the serene park you've never visited before. It's not too crowded, everyone doing their things. So silent, so peaceful. The atmosphere looks like in a fairy-tale, tiny and colorful flower, white table, and the huge tree that branched all over the above.

You were too carried away with the surroundings, so you bumped into someone. He jerked back a little with a small yelp, letting go of his water bottles. They fell onto the ground even though he tried to catch it.

You gasped, then hurriedly apologize to the man. "Oh- I'm sorry, sir. I should be more careful."

"It's okay miss! I'm not even falling back, I'm perfectly fine!" He smiled back to you, crouching down and collect his bottles back into his arms.

You felt so bad with this man. His sweet pair of eyes showed up sadness, maybe this is his bad day, that's why he has this expression. "Mind if I give you a hand?" Those sad eyes lightened up a bit. He nodded to you awkwardly as you help him. "where will you bring these into? Why you have to carry it all to yourself?"

"It's nothing- I just lost a bet. So I have to be the one who carries this." He chuckled shyly.

"It's just your luck then?"

"Yeah-"

You learned this later. His name was Vinegar Doppio, working in a nearby office. He was attentive with his works, whenever he started to talk about his boss, he looks a lot more passionate. And then, you came to this park more often, just to have a little conversation with him. You enjoyed with his company. Vinegar Doppio is such a cutie pie. He was a really nice guy, just so sincere.

Your companionship with him started to build up every day. He was different- so different. He listened to every word you say, encouraging you, happily share the inside jokes with you. Maybe, this is it. This is what you want all along. What you've been truly craving for. Friends. These feelings that have been hitting you with other men were nothing more than anxiousness. There's no chemistry, just friend that you could hang out with earnestly.

When Dio's away, you hand out loads with Doppio.

He's devoted, loving, and lively. It was like you never met someone like this before in your entire life.

This connection is real...

...

Really?

Why did you ever think that someone that interested in you was different? It would never ever be different.

Only if you know Doppio better. You wouldn't fall into this state. One day, doppio invite you to his house, said that he got some new recipes he wants to show you. It's true, Doppio prepared a nice meal, along with a good cup of black tea for you. It was really good, you never tasted something like this before. When you started to ask him for the recipe, Doppio just moved from his seat, standing behind your back, touching your shoulder firmly.

"Doppio?"

He clenched his fist onto your shoulder, digging your shirt inside his palm. Suddenly, his voice aloud- but it just far deeper than your Doppio's voice. "[Y/N], you're already married, right?"

"...Yes?"

"Is your husband being nice to you?" He used his fingers to run through your hair. You felt a shiver ran down your spine as he continued to play with your locks.

You gulped in discomfort. "I can say he is, but not as much as he was."

"Hm," He let go of your shoulder. "[Y/N], I want you to turn around."

You didn't understand why, but you do as he demand. Once you turned around and face him, suddenly, Doppio placed his lips onto yours. You jerked back abruptly, hitting the corner of the table. You stared at this unrecognizable man and think; who is this? The brown eyes replaced with menacing green. Those dots never painted on those pink locks before. You were unable to speak. Just who is this man?

The taller man just caught you between his arms. Those pair of emerald eyes stared deep into yours. He's not Doppio, but they shared little traits, but apart from that- he does not even resemble Doppio. He narrowed his eyes once he sees your hands trembled.

"I've expected that you'll be like this." He sighed. "I should have prepared you more."

Doppio- or anyone else he is, dragging you with your wrist, straight to the couch. He threw you on the soft mattress, then straddle over your smaller form. He propped your head up by the backside of your head, pulling your hair down, making your face tilt upward. He kissed you roughly. biting your lower lips so harsh that you were afraid it'll bruise. You tried to fight back with all your strength, kicking, biting, punching. But it was all useless. The man uses his legs to weighted yours down, pinning your hands by both of his.

The sensations were unintentionally riled you up. You never wanted this from Doppio, you only want to be his friends. There should be nothing more to it. But he's kissing you like a hungry hound dog, ripping your clothes apart of your body. His hand went lower, rubbing your sensitive clit through your undergarment"You're the prettiest of pretty, [Y/N]."

Those words- makes you remember your relationship with Kars. Nothing but pure disgust crept into your mind, he was a fully grown man, he should know that it's wrong. He should reject you, stated it out clearly that it's wrong to have a relationship with your own teacher. But he didn't do that. He used the advantage of you being naive in order to get you intimate with him.

You felt the pang of pain stretched you down there. You yelped as the tears rolled down your cheeks. "Doppio! Stop!- I'm begging you!"

"My name is Diavolo," He growled through the pain that also sent to him. You gasped as he continued to penetrate into you, spreading the hole wider by your labia. He never thought that he could fuck a cunt this tight before. He's overwhelmed with power when you whine each inch he inserts. Once he's fully inside you, he's kind enough to let you adjust his length. "Looks like the last time you've done this was long ago."

He intertwined your finger with him, fondle them together nicely, this action reminds you of Kira. He's not so different. Not at all. What were you thinking? Just because sometimes he showed you his vulnerable side despite his professionalism, that doesn't mean you're the one. But why did Kira treat you like that? Why he had to take your trust away like that? Why?

Diavolo started to move his hips, sending you pleasure all over your body. But your heart gets tainted each time he slammed his hips to yours. The rhythm started to get rougher and rougher. The pain down there was gone, leaving you with an intoxicated pleasure. You cried as you moaned his name unintentionally, the whole action was too good to keep your feelings in. You might regret this the next morning. You might cry in shame once this is over. But you just have to give in one more time.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you? What a slut you are."

Diavolo pulled out, you gasped at the sudden empty feeling. Only for him to roll you on your knees, then insert his massive manhood inside your cunt once more. He fucks your brains out like crazy, you almost fell into an oblivion every time he thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin aloud over and over. You almost reach there, your body trembled, your toes curled, and you couldn't control your moan anymore. You can feel his cock twitched inside you, he almost reach there too.

Suddenly, your ring slipped off of your finger, it fell on the floor, rolling away in the dark corner. But this intercourse is far more distracting, you didn't even notice that your ring has gone. Diavolo started to pant uncontrollably as he rammed into your slick walls. You arched your back as the orgasm hits you hard, moaning out his name. You road out your orgasm, while Diavolo started to get there, he grunted loudly as he slammed a few more times. He didn't bother to pull out, Diavolo just keeps his balls deep inside you, painting your walls in a dirty white.

You panted, adjust your unsteady breath difficultly. Once you collapse on Diavolo's couch, the tear brimmed in the corner of your eyes once more. You're tired, you're broken, you've choked on your pride.

All you want to do is birds and the bees. Don't care if you don't please me.

You swallowed your pride over and over again. Just because you believed that you're finally where you meant to be.

When actually, there's no way for you to go.

And you'll never be where you were meant to be.

#jjba #jjba x reader #jjba va #vento aureo #kars #kars x reader #Kira yoshikage #kira #kira x reader #kira yoshikage x reader #dio #dio brando #dio x reader #dio brando x reader #Diavolo #diavolo jojo #diavolo x reader #n/s/f/w

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mischiefandmystics · 5 years ago

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LFRP: Sun’ra Zhawn

B A S I C S .

FULL NAME: Śūn'ra Yatā PRONUNCIATION: SHoon-ra Ya-ta ALIAS: Sun’ra Zhawn NICKNAME(S): Blu, Sun, various epithets from various people AGE: 25 BIRTHDAY: 16th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon ETHNIC GROUP: Miqo’te/Keeper of the Moon NATIONALITY: Meracydian LANGUAGE(S): Common, Huntspeak, some sign language SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Open to interpretation ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Open to interpretation RELATIONSHIP STATUS: In a relationship with Maril Hawker, but still a ho HOME TOWN/AREA: An island off the coast of the main Meracydian continent CURRENT HOME: N/A, wanders and has several hideouts throughout Eorzea PROFESSION: Bandit, Street Pharmacist, Chef, Back Alley Surgeon

P H Y S I C A L .

HAIR: Cotton candy blue and pink, thick, coarse, and with the slightest of waves EYES: Bright, intense, and vivid violet in color. Almond shaped and often with constricted pupils FACE: Sharp, symmetrical, and expressive with a round, wide nose LIPS: Full, soft, and usually smirking COMPLEXION: Deep russet brown BLEMISHES: N/A SCARS: Rare, faded, but heavy around the hands and knuckles. There are none of any particular note or story. TATTOOS: Clan markings on his face HEIGHT: 5′8 WEIGHT: 162 BUILD: Muscular, athletic, compact, and broad shouldered. DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Clan markings, hair color, intense stare, facial and ear piercings ALLERGIES: N/A USUAL HAIR STYLE: Cut short or chin length at most, no particular style, left to do what it wills. USUAL FACE LOOK: Prone to sharp toothed grins, teasing or taunting glances, and focused, unblinking stares. USUAL CLOTHING: Fitted leather and cloth, or loose linen pieces in either black or bright and vibrant colors. COMMON ACCESSORIES: Black choker, fingerless gloves, gold bracelets, and gold sunglasses(if during the day)

P S Y C H O L O G Y .

FEAR(S): Dying ASPIRATION(S): Longevity in banditry, general hedonism, and to grow and synthesize the most potent drugs with the cleanest highs. POSITIVE TRAITS: Charming, Truthful, Diligent, Loyal, Creative, Patient, Astute NEGATIVE TRAITS: Unabashedly Evil, Excessively Violent, Cunningly Manipulative, Largely Unpredictable MBTI: ENFJ-A ZODIAC: Sagittarius TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine-Choleric SOUL TYPE(S): The Warrior & The Sage ANIMAL(S): The Wolf & The Crocodile VICE HABIT(S): Murder, Fogweed, Sensation Seeking FAITH: Agnostic GHOSTS?: Unsure AFTERLIFE?: Unsure REINCARNATION?: Unsure ALIENS?: Yes POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Vaguely anarchist leaning, but otherwise unconcerned. EDUCATION LEVEL: Homeschooled and private tutelage while young, various forms of apprenticeship after leaving home, and continues to study and practice his trade and interests as an adult.

F A M I L Y .

FATHER: Zai’zi Routak; Alive MOTHERS: Śūn Yatā; Alive SIBLINGS: 14 sisters and 4 brothers EXTENDED FAMILY: Various aunts, cousins, nieces, nephews, etc. PETS: A nutkin named Chip, a mameshiba named Bombo, and a war panther named Jean-Baptiste Sevigny. NAME MEANING(S): Fifth son of Śūn Yatā HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: N/A.

F A V O R I T E S .

BOOK: The medical journals pertaining to anatomy and physiology from Maril’s library. DEITY: Sophia HOLIDAY: Valentione's Day MONTH: July SEASON: Summer PLACE: Mor Dhona WEATHER: Sunshower SOUND(S): The cacophony of active voices in a crowded room, the rhythmic breaking of waves against the shore, and the sharp, surprised, intake of breath by a person once stabbed. SCENT(S): Petrichor, blood, medicinal herbs, and burning wood. TASTE(S): Sharp, hot, and spicy peppers, bitter and sour tastes like lemons, and the savory and rich flavor of spiced cinnamon. FEEL(S): Textures that are sticky or tacky like blood, or gritty like sand, or rough like calloused hands. ANIMAL(S): Coeurls, Nutkins, Dogs NUMBER(S): 16 COLOR(S): Red, Blue, Pink, Purple, and Yellow

E X T R A .

TALENT(S): Cooking, mathematics, sleight of hand, hand-eye coordination BAD AT: Drawing, hiding emotions, magic TURN ONS: Competence, violence, passion, assertiveness, risk-taking, vulnerability TURN OFFS: Spinelessness, arrogance, dishonesty HOBBIES: Botany, singing and songwriting, playing guitar, stalking people, exploring ruins TROPES: It Amused Me, Sadist, Pragmatic Villainy, No-Nonsense Nemesis, Because I’m Good At It, Machiavelli Was Wrong, Even Evil Can Be Loved, Even Evil Has Loved Ones QUOTE(S): N/A

T R A I T S .

extroverted / in between / introverted disorganized / in between / organized close minded / in between / open-minded calm / in between / anxious disagreeable / in between / agreeable cautious / in between / reckless patient / in between / impatient outspoken / in between / reserved leader / in between / follower empathetic / in between / apathetic optimistic / in between / pessimistic traditional / in between / modern hard-working / in between / lazy cultured / in between / uncultured loyal / in between/ disloyal faithful / in between/ unfaithful

P O S S I B L E H O O K S .

Drug Dealer: Śūn’ra is a drug dealer, and a fairly good one at that. He has his own distinct wares to offer, but will also make the effort to procure whatever a client desires beyond his normal fare. This is however, with the exception of Somnus as he refuses to deal with that particular substance in any capacity. Still, if one is looking for a quick fix, or a reliable long term supplier, he is always happy to provide.

Banditry: What Śūn’ra considers as his main “job”, is the thing he’s been doing the longest, and what he finds himself to be really good at. He has been known to take advantage of the Ala Mhigan refugees outside of Ul’dah, the Doman refugees who once made their temporary home around Mor Dhona, the various downtrodden in Gyr Abania, and generally any random, lightly armored person or persons on a dark road in and around the various housing districts. If you want to be a victim, a hero, a like-minded individual, or simply heard curious, ominous rumors of people being robbed and/or murdered in the dark, feel free to explore the possibility.

Hired Hand: As he’s generally always on the search for or considering the potential of the next thrill, Śūn’ra tends to keep his ear to the underground when it comes to offerings of various “unsavory” jobs. Whether you need an assassin, a torturer, a kidnapper, or someone to shake down those indebted to you, he’s generally up for the task. Additionally, while the Keeper himself has no grandiose plans for mass destruction, conquest, or the like, he’s more than happy to help those who do - for a price, and for as long as going along with his employer’s ambitions is more thrilling than the escapades of those attempting to put a stop to them...

Dungeon-Diving: Śūn’ra has found that he rather enjoys heading into various dungeons and ruins in search of relics to either keep for himself or to sell for overinflated prices. The threat of monsters, voidsent, and other ne'er-do-wells amuses and excites him. It is possible to run into him alone, scoping out a location for possible treasures, or to convince him to join your own expedition.

General Evil-doing: In simplest terms, Śūn’ra finds evil things to just generally be more fun than good things. He’d like to meet others of a similar mindset, and isn’t shy about tracking such individuals down if he catches wind of them.

L O O K I N G F O R .

I am looking for both short and long term RP with villainous contacts, friends, and business collaborators for various dubious plotlines, one shots, and experimental campaigns. Ideally something long term, with characters willing to get their hands dirty and not prone to passivity.

Rivals, enemies, and people to thwart and be thwarted by. It’s not fun if he always wins or gets his way. People who are able to stand up to him and hold their own are wanted too. Doesn’t have to be long running as I am open to heroic one shots as well.

Pretty much anything. There’s a wide world of RP out there to be had, and various types of plotlines. I’m always open to hear things out, and even if I’m not super into something, we can shape it into something that works well for the both of us. Śūn'ra as a character has a wide variety of interests and hobbies, and not everything has to be about violence or mayhem(though that is the main focus), so please, if you have an idea, let me know!

C O N T A C T .

Here! On Tumblr!

In game via: Sun’ra Zhawn@balmung

@ffxiv-crystal-rp

#Sun'ra IC #If we talked about something in the past #please poke me again #though I will also make the effort to reach out #lfrp #balmung lfrp #I might have made this overlong #I am sorry #I pull the cobwebs from myself

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hufflly-puffs · 5 years ago

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Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Chapter 13: Detention with Dolores

I love that chapter title. It shows again Rowling’s great love for alliterations. But I also love the double meaning of it. Dolores of course is Umbridge’s first name. However Dolores is also a Spanish word and the plural of dolor, which means pain and/or sorrow. Harry’s detention will be indeed very painful.

When Hermione tells Fred & George they can’t use first-years as test-subjects for their sweets Ron doesn’t help her. He sure enjoys all the privileges he had so far as a prefect (getting a new broom, using his power over Seamus etc) but he doesn’t want to take over the responsibilities the position brings. Nobody actually likes to lecture others, but someone has to do it. It once again shows that Hermione is the most mature, most responsible of their little group (though I don’t think Harry would have supported her either against Fred & George if he had become prefect).

Also Hermione knows Fred & George well enough to know that the usual punishments won’t work on them (and that they don’t take her serious), so she threatens them with the one thing she knows they fear: their mother. Clever girl.

The fact that Hermione learned to knit is a shameful reminder that I wanted to learn to knit (I mean I could start any day now *cough*).

Still, Hermione hiding hats so the house-elves will find them accidently isn’t a good thing. She is right that there needs to be a change in how House-Elves are treated in the Wizarding World, but tricking them into freedom isn’t the right way. She is so utterly convinced that all House-Elves want freedom, that she is doing them a favour, ignoring every evidence this might not be true, like Winky, who suffered once she was set free. You can’t force something on others, even if you think it would be good for them, if they don’t want the thing themselves.

Also, once again Harry and Ron rely completely on Hermione helping them with their homework, Ron even saying he can’t do it without her. Like they don’t even try to pick up a damn book and work on their own.

“‘I wouldn’t bet on it,’ Ron told her cuttingly. ‘They might not count as clothes. They didn’t look anything like hats to me, more like woolly bladders.’ Hermione did not speak to him all morning.” – I mean that is how my hats would look like as well probably. But also Hermione isn’t naturally good at domestic things (I put knitting in the domestic space because the only other character we know who knits is Molly Weasley). In book 7 we learn that she is not a great cook. And Ron’s mother is the opposite of that: she is good at knitting, cooking etc. Which makes it interesting that Ron would fall in love with someone so different from his mother, someone who also refuses to mother him. Both Hermione and Molly are very empathic and caring people, but very different in most other aspects. Molly is very often reduced to her role as her mother, and Hermione is different in that she wants to be more than that.

“‘Because she’ll never be as good as Hagrid,’ said Harry firmly, fully aware that he had just experienced an exemplary Care of Magical Creatures lesson and was thoroughly annoyed about it.” – How dare she being a great teacher? Harry of course is loyal to a fault, and it sometimes ends up in him idolizing people and putting them on a pedestal, refusing to see their mistakes. This happens with Hagrid, with Sirius, with Dumbledore, people he is so utterly grateful for that he will forgive them almost everything. (Hagrid being not such a great teacher is of course not really comparable to how Dumbledore used Harry for his plans but Harry reacts very similar to both, in refusing to acknowledge their mistakes.)

Both Luna and Ernie openly show their support for Harry. I assume that during that year every student made up their minds of they believed Dumbledore & Harry or the Ministry. It’s like Team Edward vs Team Jacob. Just like way more political.

There are of course some students, like Draco, and other children of Death Eaters, who do know the truth for certain, but for obvious reasons don’t want everyone else to know and support the Ministry and their lies. It is also implied that Draco knows about Hagrid, at least the task Hagrid has been given, and that he knows about Sirius and his animagus form.

Before Harry’s first detention Umbridge was an unsympathetic annoying character, but not a real villain, yet alone sinister. But I remember reading this chapter for the first time and how disbelieving I was. There is a careful line Rowling never crossed with the Dursleys, that despite the abuse we never see uncle Vernon hitting Harry. Voldemort of course hurt Harry physically but he is the big bad of the series, it is what you expect of him. But Umbridge is a teacher. She is woman whose appearance is described as girlish, who belittles the students in every way. Who refuses to teach magic, claiming there are no dangers in the world. You wouldn’t (or at least I didn’t) expect her to physically abuse a child. For hours. Harry’s detention starts at five o’clock and he guesses it was after midnight when he left, so that makes 6 hours 4 days in a row cutting open his own hand again and again. And yet he refuses to tell anyone (Ron finds out accidently), not McGonagall, not Dumbledore, thinking of it as a private battle of will between him and Umbridge. Because Harry refuses to be weak. Which is stupid, not brave, because Umbridge should have never gotten away with this.

Also because of his detention Harry has no time to do his homework, so instead he does it in the middle of the night or in his lunch breaks. Even if he hadn’t had detention the students seem to have school until five o’clock, and given the amount of homework they have to do the only real free time they have is at the weekend.

Angelina mentions that she didn’t pick one of the students that were better at Quidditch tryouts as Ron because she is in all sorts of societies (like Charms Club), conflicting with her Quidditch practice. So there are activities and clubs (other than Quidditch) at Hogwarts, though I fail to see how anyone would have time for it with the amount of homework they get.

“Then Hermione said, ‘But last year your scar hurt when nobody was touching you, and didn’t Dumbledore say it had to do with what You-Know-Who was feeling at the time? I mean, maybe this hasn’t got anything to do with Umbridge at all, maybe it’s just coincidence it happened while you were with her?’” – I agree with Hermione. I mean obviously Umbridge is evil, but she is not connected to Voldemort, so this is more of a red herring than anything else, making the audience wonder if Umbridge is secretly a Death Eater.

“‘Yeah,’ said Harry, before he could stop himself, ‘that’s the only bit of me Dumbledore cares about, isn’t it, my scar?’” – He is not wrong, though. Dumbledore later admits that his distance was caused because he was afraid of the connection between Harry and Voldemort, but also because he was afraid he would get too attached to Harry. Something that makes more sense after book 7, because Harry is an instrument, a weapon in the war against Voldemort, not a person. Not to Dumbledore, who can’t afford to think of Harry that way.

“[…]I’m absolutely exhausted and I want to make some more hats tomorrow. Listen, you can help me if you like, it’s quite fun, I’m getting better, I can do patterns and bobbles and all sorts of things now.’ Harry looked into her face, which was shining with glee, and tried to look as though he was vaguely tempted by this offer.” – We are deprived from the Harry & Hermione knitting club. Someone please write that AU.

#Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix #detention with dolores #chapter notes #ootp

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comedicreliefonlyworkswhenfunny · 6 years ago

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Villain! Deku au; chapter seventeen: Elsewhere

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Deku noticed Muscular darting in a direction that was clearly not of his objective, so he followed the brute. Muscular was the chaotic evil amongst the lawful evils; he was outcasted by society for being a murderous maniac. Coming up to a cliff, Deku heard Muscular talking to someone, “Everybody in that stupid League just prattles on about justice, but that’s not what being a villain is all about! You know what it is about? Fearful faces like yours kid.” Turning the corner, Deku saw the blonde brute towering over a tiny kid. Whose kid was that?? Nonetheless, he approached, “Discontentment with the League, Muscular? We can’t have that.” The look of confusion on Muscular’s face was as priceless as it was short lived. “You know, I always wanted a reason to smash your smug face,” the blonde grinned, readying a punch. Due to his inability to control his quirk, Deku had quite the getup without a single piece of skin showing. He was armed with paralyzation potions and knives, so nothing that would have too much of an effect on his current opponent. Thankfully, all Muscular did was really pick Deku up and throw him around, so nothing he wasn’t used to. As long as he played chew toy for a bit, the drug he had jabbed the man with take effect. It was, essentially, a quirk reverser for the villain, since this “betrayal” twas inevitable Deku made a drug that specifically wears down the muscle fibers that his quirk uses. It would, admittedly, take a bit to take effect, but he could take a bit more brute force, as long as nothing-

“Waterhose! My mom and dad! Did you torture them like this… when you killed them?” shit, something happened. Of course that got Muscular’s attention. Great. “Seriously? They had a kid, that just happened to be you? Talk about fate,” Deku tuned out their conversation for a short while; it was just Muscular being a douchebag, as if bullying children was anything to be proud of. Deku worked at the buttons on his shirt; if he was going to help this kid, he’d need his quirk. Muscular looming over the kid, readying a punch was obviously a trap, but, at this point, Deku didn’t care. He worked up a heavy punch, wrapping his regret around his right hand. He hit Muscular with all the feelings he failed to bottle that night. As the brute fell, Deku turned on his heel towards their objective. As Muscular got back up, Deku pushed the plan, “This isn’t where we’re needed!” Of course, the poor kid had no clue what they were talking about, but he also didn’t have a say. “Like I care, Pip-Squeak! I didn’t join the League to fight for justice or any of that crap, I just joined to fight!” Deku scooped up the smaller kid, carrying him back to gain a bit of ground.

Everything plaguing the kid, he now knew was called Kota, rushed to aid Deku’s own shitty memories. Kota mentally blocked off any talk of his hero being a villain; his heart couldn’t take something like that. Midoriya felt this, a tinge of regret swelling in his stomach, but Deku could use this and that was what mattered. “I’ve heard stories about you being quite the opponent, but I could never believe them. A small thing like you? But now I’m gonna get serious!” Muscular began jumping, chasing after the pair of brats running away from him. As they stopped on a rock, Deku told Kota to stay back, because of fucking course he’d have to take out an ally to save someone on the other team again. Deku cloaked himself in an armor of anger, frustration bubbling as he yelled at the kid to run. Holding Muscular back was no easy task; this man was, what, three times his size in pure muscle mass, at least. The only thing keeping him in place was the constant fuel of frustration from this whole scene. The struggle became more and more difficult as Muscular leaned into his push. Kota, who should have been running, launched a water-based attack that had oh so much affect. In the kid’s defense, it was all that he could do, but Deku was just salty that now he had to put effort into this. As Muscular turned his attention to Kota, Deku surged his power into an overload. That split second of fear gave his just enough headway. He kept both hands placed firmly as he amplified that tiny fear until it was crippling, as Muscular lost power and became overwhelmed he began to fear defeat. That gave the drug in his system all the time it needed to be effective. Knocking the man unconscious and immobile was quite difficult, but now he had to deal with the kid.

He scooped the boy up, the only thing that bothered him was the fear directed towards him. While it kind of hurt, he didn’t have the time to worry about what his enemy thought about him. A vague map appeared in his memory as he tried to scout the best place to put Kota. He trekked through the forest to the building at the center where the kid would be safest. Noticing “Dabi” and Eraserhead were fighting out front, Deku snuck around to the back. “It’s best that you forget I was ever here,” he explained that simple sentence to the boy before leaving him at the back door. It wouldn’t take Eraserhead to long to deal with the Dabi clone out front, so the kid shouldn’t be in too much danger if he were to leave. Kota could only stare at the shirtless villain, scars lined his entire torso. Clearly, old wounds were reopened, and for what? To help him? He didn’t even know him! Who would willingly throw themselves into such a dangerous situation for someone they didn’t even know? Nonetheless, Kota could only watch as the, what he could only assume, villain ran off- no doubt to cause harm to the others there, but Kota couldn’t find it in him to even call out. Fear, perhaps? Yeah, he’d stick with that. Shaking off the haunting feelings, he snuck around to the side of the building, not daring to even watch the fight going on in front of him.

Dabi found himself wandering the woods after setting them ablaze. Part of him was on the happier side that their targets were the students, his quirk was powerful, but his body wasn’t scarred for fashion. He ran into Twice having a debate with himself, which was no surprise. His quirk had the ability to create and control a clone of virtually anyone. Unfortunately that left him with a bad case of multiple personality disorder and a bit of schizophrenia. “Who? Who? Who?” he waved himself about trying to think of the best candidate to send out. “Send out a me,” he offered offhandedly. “A strong ally with the wits and ability to screw this all up!” everything out of his mouth was just a varied version of: “thanks, I hate it.” Nonetheless, he went with the Dabi clone anyway.

Dabi decided against standing beside the chaotic villain, so he began casually wandering out to see what Twice was fighting. Surprised, he came across Grandma’s cottage, and would you look at who was coming out? If it wasn’t the tired uncle, Eraserhead! His teammates had no doubt met up with Mandalay- or whatever she called herself- the Pussycat with the “telepathy” quirk. The fire user continued walking with a shit-eating grin as he talked to himself within the scape of his mind. It was a pretty shitty “telepathy” quirk, rather that it was more of a “broadcast,” due to the one-way connection. He watched Twice’s clone ready himself to meet the pro hero by the doorway. The clone had started a small fire at the house, of course flames were mostly for decoration since the house, itself, was non-flammable. Eraserhead was already on his way outside, coming face to face with “Dabi.” Though the clone was the one to move first, launching a flame about half the temperature of Dabi’s own. “We’re not here for the pros, so swallow your woes,” what an image Twice had of Dabi. It was quite annoying, and he almost regretted giving the okay, let alone suggesting it himself.

However, using the clone worked out perfectly for Dabi, since he was one of the few who had a power based quirk; if the heroes thought that he was this weak, they wouldn’t be well prepared for him in the flesh. Eraserhead, who had seen many battles before this, dodged immediately. His quirk was all about putting he and his opponent on equal footing, but from then on it was his own strength that he relied on. Wrapping one of his scarf’s ends around the balcony fence, he hung there until “Dabi” spotted him. Quick! Add in a line that sounds like Dabi: “I guess you’re not called a pro for nothing,” Twice quietly congratulated himself for the “witty” one liner. The clone went in again for another attack, but was cut short by Eraserhead once again. The end once wrapped around the fence flicked towards “Dabi,” wrapping him up in the special alloy. Eraserhead pulled himself toward the “boy” standing on the ground and delivered a painful knee to the face. He then unraveled the fabric and slammed “Dabi” to the ground, immediately demanding, “Objective and numbers.” Something Dabi like, something Dabi like, “Why should I?” it was just bold enough with a dash of ‘I don’t care,’ and a hell hint of asshole. Eraserhead leaned in close threateningly. He began bending the clone’s arm in ways that it shouldn’t bend, however, his reaction was nothing since he was just a pile of flesh moving via quirk. Eraserhead took this as a defense and a challenge, “Arms one after the other, but, since you only have two, I might end up getting legs involved. I’m not afraid to break you, even if it means a mess for the cops,” he hissed. It was at the wrong moment that Iida, Koda, Ojirio, and Mineta returned, all quite spooked from the chaos around them. The Dabi clone used this to his advantage, flipping Eraserhead off of him. The clone was well aware that he was reaching his end, grinning as Eraser thought he had won. “Good enough to pass your knowledge on the the future generation, and being so protective of them, hero,” he almost laughed as Eraser wrapped his infinity scarf around the clone once more, “Is it because they mean a lot to you?” The body slowly disintegrated when Aizawa pulled on it. “I hope you can protect them,” he added, making the air ominous.

“Ah! Dabi is too weak! I should’a known!” Twice waved about to himself. “Done already? That didn’t last very long...” Dabi walked up beside him nonchalantly. “What?! Of course not! You’re pretty cool man, but these pros are impossible!” contradicting himself once more. He could claim that he was defending his quirk, but his brain was scrambled eggs as a result of his quirk. “Try another me, Twice. One by one we can take them over,” Dabi was just talking bullshit at the moment; he just didn’t feel like physical activity that night. “That’s a terrible idea! It’ll never work! Leave it to me!” Twice beamed with his normal oxymoronic sentences. “No, no, no! No! That just won’t do! A brilliant plan this bad will never work!” he changed his mind once again. Another reason why Dabi wanted to stay with Twice, the likelihood of getting anything done was minuscule. He tried to talk Twice into doing it or backing out, seeing as the ditz kept going back and forth like a see-saw on drugs.

Aizawa left the fight a bit more tired than he’d like to admit, albeit miniscule though. Shock and confusion rippled through his being as the villain rippled out of existence? Just when he finally caught the villain in a strong grasp, too. Koda, Ojiro, and Mineta, all led by Iida, witnessed that as well, still panting from their run. “Get inside, tell Vlad that I need to relay a message to Maladay,” he ordered with an added, “I’ll be back,” for good measure. “Wait!” Kota called out, managing to find his voice once more, “I-I have a water quirk, so I can help put out the fires. Maladay is probably worried about me, too, so I c-can assure her-” of course Aizawa was going to have trouble arguing with that. “Fine, but only interfere when I tell you to. I need you to listen to everything I say, okay?” to which, Kota nodded furiously. “Stay here for now, I’m not going to risk taking you near the combat,” Aizawa nodded and pointed towards the house, “Hurry up before they come back.” It was obvious at this point, from what the villain said, that they were after the students. “You pro heroes stay out of our way. You aren’t the ones we have a beef with,” the words echoed in his head. With the minimal staffing and the expansive, mountainous layout, there was no way they could protect the students if they didn’t fight back.

Master

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TWO CAN PLAY THIS GAME. 21, 22, 49 ♥

21. What aspect ofyour writing are you most proud of?

I don’t know if I can really say I’m proud of anything? I guess I’m a little more pleased with mydialogue than, uh, just about any other aspect of my writing, but it’s not thesame thing as being proud of it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

THE REST IS UNDER A CUT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU

22. Tell us about thebooks on your “to write” list

Please excuse me while I stare at my list in despair. (I haveover 20 things on this list, and most of them are stand-alones. This may take awhile.)

SO in a vague sort of order that will make sense to nobodybut me, we have:

1. Shimmer. The POV character is thedragon (who the book is named after), but the story is mostly about Monique and Dehiya, who are a pair of badass lesbians.There’s a lot of fairy tale elements that seemlike they’re going to play out the normal way, but I like to have fun withtropes. >]

2. The Four Winds. This one is still in the way earlyplanning stages. It’s got a lesbian elf princess and a probably-bisexual humanmage, and a couple of gay dwarves. If I told you I knew what I was doing withit I’d be lying. I do love the worldbuilding though.

3. Iris. (I think I was in the process of changingthe title…as soon as I figured out what to do with it.) BASICALLY I’m going tokidnap the non-FMA-based parts of the world I built for Dragon Scars and dig upsome sort of plot from somewhere. And then we can all have the shape-shiftingdragon soulmate novel of our hearts.

4. A Murder of Crows. It’s basically a dystopia setin a fantasy world? Um. Magic users subjugated the non-magic users, and the POVcharacter (Isaac) is part of the family that basically controls the world. He’sALSO part of a special task force type thing that (among other things) stealschildren who are magically powerful to brainwash them etc etc. Isaac’s boyfriend(Ray), also part of the task force, leaves to go chasing after hissupposedly-dead brother and Isaac chases after him. And discovers that hisfamily is not as benign as he thought. (And so they set out to destroy societyteehee.)

5. The Barren Kingdoms. …idk guys it’s basically abig queer fairy tale. And it has my second-favorite dragon in it (who iscurrently named Rawiya). Anyway.There’s a bunch of kingdoms that have been cursed to slowly fall apart (orsomething), unless princes and princesses find their True Loves. Each individual prince/ss hastheir own curse put on them as well. The (current) POV character is Isidro, who’sbeen cursed to sleep forever while he dreams about saving his True Love,Zahrah. Who enchants herself into his dreamworld so she can save him instead. Half the novel is Isidro’sdream quest, and the other half takes place in the real world and issignificantly queerer. I just haven’t decided who the POV character is yet.

6. The Vinland Saga. MY ONLY SERIES. It’s…a post-Ragnarökin which Loki is the main protagonist Because Reasons. A bunch of the gods arenot dead any more, but they’ve subjugated humanity and blerblerbler Loki saveseveryone because fuck Odin.

7. The City of Experiments. Aww it’s my fantasydystopia based in the US instead of my own world. The government experimented onpeople to bring out their magical powers, very secret hush-hush stuff, then oneof them went FUCKING INSANE (basically it was Sephiroth) and the US was kind ofdestroyed? And the story takes up in the aftermath, where the main charactersare trying to go “home” and end up having to fight another crazy magic user who’sbeing controlled by her mad scientist adoptive dad.

8. In the Back of Her Notebook. Girl finds herself inGeneric Fantasy World and discovers that the stupid thing she doodled in theback of her writing notebook is the key to saving said world. Oh and I had oneof those little…one-liner hook things for it sort of! “Five strangers. One dream. A quest to save a world that was never meantto exist.”

9. The Summer Wind. Okay so in Athens, Georgia there’sThe Tree ThatOwns Itself. It is now a dryad. And a bunch of young adults doing a summerinternship thing there have to save it/the city. I think one of my favoriteprofs at the University of Georgia (where this was set) was going to be the basisfor the villain? Hm…

10. All Things Forgotten. Another dystopia, and thisone was going to be my foray into YA. With a background of WWIII and peopleliving in biodomes and something about children being switched between theupper-class dome and the lower-class dome (in the US) to experience the others’lives and. I don’t remember this one much, tbh.

11. Bahamut Moon. Two words: dinosaur aliens.Literally that’s the only reason this exists. I REGRET NOTHING. Also there’smagic because the planet is ~alive~ and something something whatever. Listen,there are dinosaur aliens who careswhat the plot is? (The basic plot, btw, is an ex-soldier/doctor discovering aconspiracy to keep a Very Important Dinosaur from a peace meeting he needs togo to, and she decides to help him get there. It’s set in a very tentative truceduring the war between the humans and the dino-aliens.)

12. The Carriers of Gods. Gods have sealed themselvesaway in people’s heads so they don’t almost destroy the world (again), but forsome reason one of the characters agrees to let his god out. Which is extra funbecause said god was the reason the world was almost destroyed to begin with. Ihave no recollection whatsoever of what I was doing with this.

13. Darned Socks. Sentient socks. Who control robots.Humans fought a war against them when the socks decided that, as sentients,they shouldn’t be forced to be worn on human feet all the time. The socks won.BUT NOW there are secret slavery rings that kidnap and sell socks, and the MC’sboyfriend? type thing has been sold to one of them. DUN DUN DUN. (Listen it’s a comedy.)

14. Veselsky: Of Monsters and Machines. Basically a seriesof short stories about an android going around killing things sent by a villainwho wants the creators for himself. Veselsky is the android’s name. :)

And I’m going to skip the rest of them because I don’t havethem built up enough to actually describe anything about them. Or, in the caseof This Is Not Your Soul and The Wandering Kingdom, they’re soold they need to be majorly overhauled before I’m willing to talk about them.And there are a few really long fanfics I have plans for, but unless somebodyspecifically asks about them I’ll leave this as is. :D

49. Favoritefictional world?

Please excuse me while I stare at every world I’ve built indespair.

The AU version of the Kingdom Hearts world I made for His Last Request.

This is…really difficult to decide, tbh. The Sixth Heartand The Barren Kingdoms have the most complete worldbuilding so far, butI LOVE the magic system I built for A Murder of Crows. Oh man and thenthere’s Bahamut Moon, which I honestly feel I should choose as myfavorite just because of the dinosaur aliens. And then there’s the ones I stilllove primarily due to nostalgia…. And Shimmer has a map. Aaaaaaaaa.

I THINK I think I’m going to have to go with The SixthHeart. The magic system still needs some tweaking, but it’s also got a mapand I like the gods I’ve built for the main story.

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