#and let's be honest. if he /were/ alive he'd be the first to approve

[unnecessarybeltbuckles]

still makes me laugh

[hannahhook7744]

Can i have a prompt and an AU where Dr Doofenshmirtz is Carlos' dad?

"My dad is who?" Carlos asked his oldest cousin, Hunter, completely baffled. Surely he hadn't heard him right. I mean, the name was completely ridiculous and he had never even heard of--

"Dr Heinz Doofenshmirtz " the elder repeated patiently, barely looking up from whatever he was tinkering with at the moment. It looked like a mix between a Television, a toaster, and a radio. Carlos was too distracted to really ask about it or get a closer look. He had more important things to ask about after all; like his supposed father who his mother never talked about and who's name didn't ring a bell. And he was desperate to know more. Even if this wasn't a conversation one should probably be having over lunch.

Who wouldn't be after being deprived of said knowledge for 17 years of their life? Especially someone as curious as Carlos?

"What was he in for?" Hunter winced at the question, unintentionally letting Carlos know that he was probably gonna regret asking that question. He didn't have a chance to take the question back ,however, because his cousin had already began listing off his father's crimes "Theft, Animal cruelty, Kidnapping, Terrorism, Oppression, Unlawful imprisonment, Vandalism, Sabotage, Unethical experimentation, Abuse of power, Hostile takeover, Brainwashing, Conspiracy, and destruction of property "

Carlos groaned and slammed his head against the table. He'd been right. He already regretted asking and knowing what his father had done. Because apparently his father was just as much as a psycho and an animal hater as his mother was--

"He wasn't so bad you know" Hunter said suddenly, cutting off his internal tirade. "Huh?" The younger boy lifted his head, thinking once again that he must have heard his cousin wrong. Because his cousin never lied to spare anyone's feelings because he knew just how much people hated him doing that. But he was positive that his cousin had just said--

His cousin once again cut him off. "Your dad, I mean. He wasn't as bad as he sounds. He was kinda like us actually. Nice and desperate for approval. Desperate to prove he was evil. Shitty childhood. Great mind. He was even an animal lover, believe it or not. He just happened to have an archenemy who was a sentient platypus "

Carlos stared at his cousin, wondering if he had lost his mind but decided not to question it. Mainly for his own sanity; he didn't think he could handle having two horrible parents ontop of a loud of horrid relatives. He couldn't be that unlucky. Could he? "What happened to him?"

Hunter paused in his movements but he didn't stare at Carlos. No, instead, he just stared at the screw driver in his hand that he was using to build his memoryinator. Something he and Ivy had been working on in secret for Carlos' 18th birthday that was just a couple of weeks away. He knew that he had to tell Carlos the truth but he also knew that the truth would be hard to here. "People from Auardon came and dragged him and other adults that they considered 'mistakenly placed here or kidnapped' back with them. He didn't want to leave you. He really didn't. He wanted to take you, but they wouldn't let him. Tried to take us too. But they wouldn't let him and took him away, and we never saw him or heard from him again. I'm not even sure he's even still alive to be honest ".

Carlos swallowed heavily, his mouth had gone dry. His hands were shaking. And his eyes stung. But he didn't let himself cry. He didn't let his anger, hurt, bitterness, or that bit of envy he felt show. Not even for a second. No, instead, he just looked Hunter straight in the eye-- a rarity among the de vils-- and asked the one question that had been on his mind since Hunter first broached the topic.

"Why are you telling me this? Why now? Why after all this time?" He figured it was a good question. That there had to be a reason for the forbidden topic to have been brought up again after all these years. Especially because of what happened to all of them the last time he had asked his mother about his father. And he was right.

"Because you have a sister and she wants to meet you "

(Ask and you shall receive. Also to all my other people waiting on asks and other stuff, don't worry. I'm still working on it. )

[repo-net]

Heyo Repo! I was wondering if you could write a one shot thing with Nagisa and masaru? Like how you did the Nagisa and Kotoko post.

I hate that it took me a long while to get to this request, but I finally found the right time and motivation to fulfill the idea I have for it. Sorry about the delay again! I hope you enjoy the read.

Leaders

"If Monaca is still trying to do something, I want you to stop her. But please, don't be too hard on her. She's a friend. At least, she used to be."

He heard the sound of approval from the other side of the phone, and promptly gave them his thanks as he hung up, sighing as he put it away in a pocket inside of his polo, looking at the wrecked city from the hotel room he had taken refuge in, a pained and tired feeling in his eyes.

It had been some time since Nagisa and the other Warriors of Hope had been caught up in the trouble that was the Demon Hunting game. Which, funnily enough, was their own doing. They got wrapped up in their delusions that a paradise for kids really could come true, and now, the consequences hit them. They couldn't let themselves be seen unless they want to be attacked by either Monokumas or revenge-seeking adults, and the city they had used to stay in became a war grounds that was barely livable in.

As far as Nagisa was concerned, unless they were able to come up with an escape plan to somewhere far away, they were going to be gone from this world eventually. People are either going to find where they're hiding and take them where they're comfortable, or they'd run out of food and be ambushed when they're trying to scrap for resources again.

"... How'd it end up like this? Not one thing has ever gone our way, I swear..."

Nagisa placed a hand on his chin, elbow on the armrest as he felt the presence of someone walk behind him, the reflection of a boy in messy red hair and a messy state of clothes assuring him of who it is.

"Y'could say that again."

"You're back already? I thought you three had gone to go look for food and drinks? Wait, why are you so dirty and bruised?!"

It only occured to him when he turned around and saw Masaru standing before him with scratches and ragged up clothes along with Kotoko and Jataro slowly unpacking stuff out of a plastic bag in the corner of his eye in the kitchen the state the other three were in.

"Uhhh, some Monokumas went and attacked us when we found this abandoned grocery store with a bunch of canned goods and stuff. So we kinda ended up fighting a little, hehe."

"I told you already that we're in no shape to be fighting them off! Your lives are far more valuable than some near-expired tuna from the broken stores here. That was seriously reckless of you!"

"Hey, come on now! We're fine, aren't we? I mean, come on, nobody gets past the Li'l Ultimate PE teamed up with his trusty sidekicks Fighter and Priest backing him up, y'know. There were a bunch of rocks in there that I used like baseballs that I threw into their stupid robot eyes. You should've seen it! It was cool!"

"Again with this childish- ugh, whatever. What's important now is that you're alive and well. Are there any injuries that need to be treated? I told you that first-aid kit would come in handy eventually..."

The former social studies expert walked up to a shelf in the corner of the room, pulling out a first-aid kit and looking for bandages and disinfectants, though noticing a needle as part of the kit did make him feel a little uneasy. He'd hide that feeling of uncomfortableness though.

"I don't feel that bad, to be honest. I'm fine, really!"

He knew Masaru had a tendency to hide his pain to try and come off as "manly" or "brave" or any other terms that Nagisa had in his head.

Honestly, Nagisa was self-aware enough he had no right to judge the guy for that. He can still remember all the times he's told them that he's okay even after working for hours straight without any proper sleep and living off of coffee alone.

Despite that though, he'd rather it's only him who has to go through that instead of someone who still has a healthy body like Masaru does.

"I'm serious. Do you have any injuries that need treating? And where are they? Don't hide your pain. If it's left to get worse, you'll be the one to blame."

The redhead pouted, practically spitting out his next words out of annoyance that Nagisa was being so pushy.

"Maybe just some stuff under my shirt... and a couple of scratches on my elbows and face. That's it. Promise."

"Good. Get on the chair, I'll deal with it."

The sports boy sat on the chair Nagisa was previously sitting on, as the blue-haired boy took out some cotton and disinfectant from the kit, wiping it on some of the scratches on his friend's body, a wince coming out from the redhead.

"Oh- did that hurt?"

"N-No... hmph, nothing hurts. I'm just letting you do this 'cus I knew you won't shut up about it otherwise."

"That's... I'm not gonna say anything more."

Nagisa applied bandages on some of the more visible and hurtful wounds that were spread around Masaru's body. There were more that he wanted to give attention to, but with the limited amount of bandages that he had and the fact that the other two had wounds of their own to treated, he had to save the resources as best he can.

"Heh, for a sage, you sure know how to use healing magic. As leader, I reckon maybe you deserve some sort of promot-"

"Could you cut it with the leader stuff already?"

Nagisa snapped at Masaru, not yelling at him or anything, though his tone was firm and serious enough that the message got across.

"Pfft, what? Are you jealous that you're back to being second in command again behind me now that I'm here? Come on Nags, that's just childish! In your own words, at least."

"That's not what I mean. You and I aren't the leaders of anything. The Warriors of Hope are gone."

"Gone? We're right here, aren't we? What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm done playing those silly roles like our life's still some sort of roleplaying game... I can't stand being made to remember what we used to be when we're in the state we're in now, barely surviving with our only help from two adults we used to try and kill."

That seemed to quiet down the sports freak. Nagisa continued speaking.

"I hate to say it, but we might not have ever been the Warriors of Hope at all. After all, if the goal we were chasing after was apparently all for raising despair's successor, then was it really hope we were spreading? ... I had doubts about what we were doing before, but when everything came to light, it was then that hit me just how bad our odds really were. We got beaten in the same game we created. That's it."

"When you put it like that, then... ugh, it's all that stupid Monaca's fault...! I hate her, I hate her so much...! Why'd you tell them to go easy on her anyways? What if she lives and tries to kill us all again? Have you thought of that?"

"Of course I have... but even despite everything, even if her feelings for us were fake and she only wanted despair... I think the memories we've made with her are real enough that I want her to at least be safe. If I were to choose between believing in a hope that Monaca could reform, or let her be swallowed by despair on her deathbed... then I think I'd rather take the chance. It'd be the first 'hope-aligned' thing we've done, honestly. Even if the chance of it happening is 1%. But if a time comes where Monaca tries to go after us again, then I'll take the blow."

"There you go again, talking all cool and stuff. You know that won't get you noticed, right? Seriously, what's with you? It's not your fault Monaca turned out the way she did."

"That's true. Still... she used to be a friend. And she was still in the same dire situation we were in, having been hurt by the people she was supposed to be raised by. It wouldn't sit right with me letting someone like that get hurt."

"Guess so..."

Nagisa put the last of the bandages on Masaru's face, sighing as he stood up with a small and weak smile.

"If it makes you feel better, when you went missing, I really didn't believe you were dead. I wanted to have it looked into, but... well. She told me otherwise. Sorry."

"Hah, so you do care about me after all! And here I thought you hated my guts or something. But nah, I'd never die! Masaru Daimon would never fall to kids weaker than him! You really are a massive dork underneath."

"And you're a sports freak. What's your point?"

"Hey!"

Nagisa chuckled, looking over to where Kotoko and Jataro were unpacking stuff, a fixed up and enthusiastic Masaru following behind him.

"Hey, you two. Get over here, I'll treat your wounds too.''

"No no, let me do it! Come on, just one time, please?"

"Seriously? Alright then, you do it. Just don't do anything stupid, and don't waste too much of the disinfectant."

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Hey, Jataro! Get over here, let me clean your face!"

Maybe the four of them never really were the Warriors of Hope after all.

Whatever the case is, neither of them are leaders of anything anymore. Without that burden to share between them anymore though...

Maybe it's time they treat themselves less like allies and more like friends from now on.

[that-bi-bitch-writes]

A Cursed Reality (Ch.7)

This is kind of rushed to be honest because I actually wanted to release a chapter but the good part is the next chapter and to get there I had to release this. I hope it's somewhat entertaining. I put some horrible jokes in here and I hope it makes someone laugh. Enjoy!

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Chapter Seven:

"You know" Gojo started " I have a lousy personality"

"I know"

Ijichi's fast reply would have actually been amusing to [Name] had the sorcerer actually been paying attention. He was 100% imagining it but it felt like the air was shifting. It felt like change and [Name] wasn't sure he liked it. If you were one to believe that [Name] was some all powerful deity whose natural instincts would always protect him you'd be half right. It was honestly a guess but deep down he hadn't felt sukuna's influence vanish. At first he thought it could be the presence of the other 19 fingers but that wasn't it. When Sukuna fused with Yuji they created a distinct presence and it was getting stronger.

"Shoko-san" [Name] interrupted Gojo "Do you have a mirror. And a blanket"

Yuji probably shouldn't make a deal with the King of Curses but he had the chance to get back to everyone. To Fushiguro who so selfishly saved Yuji in the first place, to Gojo who came in and added light to his life as an odd parental figure, Kugisaki who despite her constant jabs, he could honestly not imagine life without. Back to [Name] who promised they'd meet again. He'd be a punching bag for Sukuna if it meant he had the chance to see them again. Anything was better than the bone zone.

"Okay." Yuji cheered "I'm gonna kick your-"

"I'm gonna reset this crappy jujutsu world!" Gojo began "It would be easy to kill everyone who's in charge but someone else would just take their place. Nothing would change. And it's not if people approve of massacres anyway. That's why I'm turning to education."

An image of Maki, Inumaki, Pand, Kugisaki, Fushguro, and Itadori came to the forefront of Gojo's mind: "I need strong and intelligent allies. I need to foster them. To that end, I'll sometimes."

'You sure you aren't just lazy' Ijichi thought

Gojo continued "They're all great. Especially Third Year Hakari and Second Year Okkotsu. They'll be as good as me someday."

'And where does the sobbing [Name] fit into all of this' Ijichi found himself thinking

"Hey you guys" Shoko called out. She had just gotten back from showing [Name] the secret room she used to cry in when she first began the job. "I'm about to get started. You guys gonna just sit there and watch?"

Ijichi and Satoru looked at her in complete shock considering the dead boy behind her sat up with a glossy unfocused look.Itadori "Whoa!" made her realize exactly why they were looking at her like that.

"Full Frontal"

[Name] of course picked that dramatic moment to reenter the room with a blanket and a much more composed look. It was hard to tell he was in shambles just earlier.

"Really? You want to draw everyone's attention to the mighty itadori jr?" [Name] questioned sarcastically as he threw the blanket over Yuji's head. He must've thrown to hard because he covered the wrong head.

"G-g-gojo! He's Alive"

"Hehe shut up Ijichi"

"Too bad" Shoko mumbled her disappointment at not getting to carve up sukuna's vessel. At least not yet.

"Um. This is kind of embarrassing" Yuji said beneath the blanket.

"Yuji!" Itadori turned his head to the smiling Gojo who had wrapped one arm around [Name] and raised the other one to wave hi "Welcome Back"

"Yo! I'm Back"

The two gave a high five. And [Name] who had returned to normal refused to show just how much Yuji's death affected him. He did let the boy know he was glad to have him back before turning to walk out.

"[Name]!"

Hearing his name being called the sorcerer turned around and looked at Gojo who had a closed mouth smile.[Name] caught all the hidden meanings behind the smile and nodded his head. "Got it"

It was time to visit everyone else. Gojo would be too busy to train him as of now but until then he could train with Kick-ass, Rise of the Planet of the Panda-Gorilla, The Polyglot, 15 year old rip off of Aki from chainsaw man, and Nobara. She didn't get a ridiculous nickname because [Name] actually liked her.

[Name] walked down to the training site to see Fushiguro getting his ass handed to him by Maki, and Nobara being swung around by Panda and turned around realizing he did not miss them as much as he thought he did. He'd rather go on a mission with Satoru or train with Yuji in secret. (He would also learn that this situation is not favorable either considering Gojo would use him to carry mochi and Yuji had to deal with the Principal's stupid fucking cursed corpses).

"[Name] you kind of suck at cursed techniques maybe I should've left you with Yuji"

"I do NOT suck at cursed techniques"

"You do"

"I DO NOT. Besides. I have no use for them"

"Neither do I but you don't want some super powerful final attack?"

"My domain expansion is basically a Mortal Kombat fatality"

"That's what most people think until they get their ass handed to them. Besides isn't yours unfinished"

"SHUT UP." [Name] screamed petulantly "Besides I made progress. I finally understand how to fully use Cursed Storytelling. I'll beat you one day"

'I know you will' Gojo thought to himself as he smiled. "Come on. Let's refine that domain of yours. The best way is through field experience"

"You're just giving me another one of your missions aren't you' [Name] deadpanned

"I would never"

"..."

"..."

"Come on. Or do you want to train with Principal Yaga instead"

"Bastard

[rainywritingsx]

Torn • BNHA X OC • Chapter 1

You can find the prologue here. I thought posting the first chapter would be fun too and I’m thinking of updating the fanfiction weekly if people really like it. Please let me know what you think! Leave a like or reblog if you enjoyed it please. I think that’s it, enjoy reading and I hope you have a wonderful day!!

xxx admin rainbow

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“I don’t think you realise how dangerous you could be.” My twin brother smirked as we made our way to school.

"Seventy percent of the human body consist of water, and you have the ability to control any fluid in the universe! You can basically make the whole world your slaves if you train your quirk enough." I sighed softly, not feeling the need to reply to his boring words that I'd probably heard a million times already. I was born with this power, did he think I wouldn't have figured that out after fourteen years?

I mean how couldn't I, when my father, despite my mother's protests, had been training me since I was four up until this year, because according to him training at school would be enough.

"Mom and dad will be so proud when you can finally go into the field too, Janie." He said, his voice dripping with pride and

excitement for my future. I, however, wasn't as interested in that, I must say. But I didn't say that out loud of course, due to the fact that I know that's not what he'd like to hear and I wasn't in the mood to argue with him right now. Not like I ever was in the mood to do that.

You see, unlike my younger siblings, I had the big responsibility which would be given to me as soon as I became the new leader of the so-called 'villain world', which would most likely happen as soon as my parents decided to stop - that would take a while considering they found their job absolutely lovely. Any villain would've been stoked for something like this, but me? I despised it from the day I was born.

Yes, there was a very small proportion of 'villains' that actually had some rational ideals, like them not agreeing with some situations though they were seen as 'right'. For example: Stain, the hero killer, didn't have the worst ideas in my opinion. He didn't agree with the fact that some heroes didn't become heroes with the intent of helping people. All they wanted was fame and glory. He decided to kill anyone he deemed unworthy of being a hero and kept the worthy ones alive. So, yes, his way of handling them was a completely different case but he had some decent morals.

However, the majority of this community was filled with people who just wanted to inflict pain on others, see their terrified faces before taking away possessions or sometimes even their lives. I did not want to associate myself with people like that.

And those were the exact kind of villains my parents were. As parents, they were just normal people but everyone knew both went ballistic during fights against heroes. There were some stories of heroes who could still hear my mother's psychotic laugh as she killed their allies. My dad would always look his victims right in the eye as he did whatever he wanted to do. I can't even imagine the amount of sins that they must've committed.

They expected me to be at least as crazy as them when I took over, but I wasn't even planning on becoming a villain at all. Even if some villains had ideas that seemed okay, it didn't make up for their actions. I wanted to become a hero and whether I'd become famous or not didn't matter to me. Helping people was all I wanted to do. However, we should put the emphasis on "wanted". I couldn't become a hero, my whole family would consider me absolutely insane.

We entered the school and parted our ways since we had different classes until lunch break. I never minded that, to be completely honest. We weren't the type of siblings that couldn't live without each other. I didn't have that relationship with any of my siblings. (I've got three younger brothers, I'm thirteen minutes older than my twin brother so yes I'd consider myself older, the others are twelve and ten.) Sure, we all cared about each other but we didn't have the tight bond some siblings do have. I thought that that was partly due to my parents, who never really let us do things together to get closer to each other. It was only when we got older that we started doing some things together. Maybe it was also due to our ideals being different but of course he didn't know that.

As for my two other younger siblings, they were a lot closer to each other so there never really was a need for them to have this really tight bond with my brother and I. Those two were completely fine as a duo.

I entered the classroom, not saying a word as I walked over to my seat. I also never really bonded with my class either. It didn't have to do with what I though, but more because of the fact that I was the daughter of the two most notorious villains ever. Nobody would ever talk to me and I had the tendency to be quite shy at first, so I never took the first step either.

"Alright everyone! Please open your books, classes will start now!" Our English and homeroom teacher, miss Deceit said with a bright smile on her face in the same annoyingly high tone she always used. "Today's lesson will be really exciting!" Maybe her name gave it away already, but she was a teacher who was great at creating illusions. After training for years and years, she could make someone's biggest fear and taunt people with those images. And people tend to do strange things when they're absolutely terrified... Sometimes a slightly less deathly version of that is used as a punishment for students, but only in very extreme cases. Now that she had reached an older age, she mostly used her quirk to make classes more fun than they actually are and the majority falls for it, but my parents taught me how to deal with quirks like that so it almost became like a reflex that I saw right through it.

And if you were wondering how on earth some of these villains were able to even set a foot in the outside world, there were two answers: serving in jail and fake identities. Some villains were able to get away with certain crimes and that way they got a shorter sentence, so after they served in jail they could just return to society. Other villains made fake identities and at my school they never turned people to the police. 'Villain code' is what they call it. You help other villains when they need it but you never ever call the cops on them.

The day seemed to last forever, but after villain training I could finally go home. I almost ran out of class, not wanting to spend another second with these people. My brother finished early today and went away to hang out with some of his friends, so I was on my own. It wasn't like I missed much though, no offence to him.

I frowned when I noticed a big sign set on the usual path I took to my home. It said that work was being done on the road, which meant I had to take a different road, a longer one sadly. I sighed quietly and then continued walking again. Before I could think my feet stopped on their own, making me almost fall in surprise. I looked up and gasped when I noticed it.

UA high.

The school I had admired since I was a small child, because that was the school where heroes were made. If you wanted to become a hero, you knew you just had to attend UA.

My eyes became wide when I noticed huge banners hanging. Today, and only today, they would let potential new students in and take a look in the building, like classrooms etc so they could see what to expect. I tilted my head in slight confusion. Why was this done though? UA wasn't a very open school at all, barely letting any students in. I wasn't complaining though..

Then a thought struck me. Wouldn't it be strange if I came home late? I usually got home at the same time every day so it would seem odd... But then again, I was usually the first in my family to arrive since my parents' "working hours" varied and my siblings usually hung out in places after school. I'd just go to look at the school and find an excuse later.

My excitement grew with each step I took, realising I was getting closer to the school I could only dream of even seeing. The school was huge and from the start the whole atmosphere was just completely different from what I was used to in my school. It felt like one community, whereas my school was just a mix of small groups who didn't really bother to talk to other people, let alone make other friends. Maybe I could actually make some friends here...if I was even able to attend the school at all. My parents wouldn't ever approve of this in a million years of course.

Okay, I'd just take a look. Nothing more or less. Looking wasn't a bad thing for sure so why was I worried about them not approving of it? I wouldn't attend the school anyway, nope. It was totally fine, I'd be there for a few minutes and then gone before anyone could notice. Yes. I'd do that.

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