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Mister Sun

⤷ ficlet

part 1 |  part 2

Ace x f!reader; romantic

⤷ synopsis: The only way to calm yourself down was by listening to Mister Sun by Barney. Sounds cute right? Don’t be a clown. This is a n g s t.

⤷ word count: 1,6k

⤷ a/n: aHHHHH heres my comeback from my hiatus 😎hope y’all liked it, i was writing when it was 4 AM and i downtripped to lots of sad songs, remembering how good and youthful life was before I became a boring old hag. das all folks, lemme know what u think as always! (((also im trying this new format just for ficlets/og works teehee)))

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“Oh mister sun, sun, mister golden sun,” Ace cooed as his rough fingers gently combed through your hair, “please shine down on me.” You shift on his lap, clearly still startled from the nightmare, but unwinding as he continues his humming while swaying lightly. 

He was so warm against the cold night.

“You feeling better?” His head lulled a bit to the side, his loud yawn permeating the night air. Guilt bloomed in your chest for waking him up in these delicate hours, but you couldn’t help but need comfort. Your late mother always sang Barney’s song to calm you when you were younger, so naturally it was the only way to unravel your nerves, despite it being a child’s song.

“Thanks for doing this, I know it’s not really your style.” You briefly apologized. He waved it off. 

“No biggie, anything for my girl.” He grinned, his toothy smile shining against the moonlit sea. Your giggle follows right after, his smiles always made you feel like everything was gonna be okay. 

“Love you babe,” you dreamily sigh, still high off broken sleep. 

“I know.”

You nestled your head on the meatiest part of his thigh, and fell asleep. When silence pervaded the air, he pulled you tight to him and closed his eyes. The tranquility of the night made you follow suit a bit after.

All things continued well, you went fishing with Ace the next morning, catching a bigger fish than him and bragging about it to Marco. 

“Cheater!” Ace kept chanting as he demanded a rematch. “You just got lucky, lemme show you how it’s really done.” Grumbling, you acquiesced to his ramblings and hooked on bait.

“Ho,ho. You’re going down, lover boy.” You bore your sole into the wood of the deck, readying yourself for battle. 

“Ready!” He counted down, “Set! Go!”

Fishing lines cast into the sea, a brief moment passing by before a fish tugs on your line first. Messily reeling it in, your feet trip over themselves, cursing as the rod slipped through your sweaty grip. Meanwhile, Ace grunted as he fought against his big catch before victoriously reeling it in. As much as you hate admitting it, you lost.

“Yeah!!” Ace rejoiced, admiring his fish, “we’re eating good tonight boys! Fire up the grills!” The resounding cheers of the crew followed after.

Moments like these, seeing everyone, especially Marco, merrily hammered with booze and seeing Ace mingling with the crowd, occasionally falling asleep, yet his smile never fading. It was moments like these that you wished never left because eventually everything becomes a distant memory.

As a little girl, you believed nightmares disappear after mom sings you to sleep. As an adult, you realized nightmares are never really gone; instead it slowly builds itself in a steady, continuous stream until it becomes real.

It became hell.

The marines took Ace. 

Whitebeard rampaged.

And one thing leads to the other, you find yourself alongside his little brother on the battlefield. Ace looked disparaged sitting atop of the execution platform, protected by the best of the best.

“Ace!” With a determined look raging through his pupils, he grit his teeth and dug his fingernails through the log he was carrying, “We’ll save you! Y/n and I, we’ll save you!” His promise rang throughout the battlefield, commencing the beginning of the end.

The battle ensues, one thing leads to another and Ace is free, running towards freedom. 

Until Akainu provokes him.

“Ha, the loser from the dead generation finally met his time.” The magma man inched closer as the flames flickered off of Ace’s body, angry.

“Take that back.” Ace growled, his white-knuckled fist engulfed in his flames. 

Akainu snickered. “In other words, he’s an eternal loser who will never surpass Roger. Making all his underlings call him ‘old man’ and ‘father’ or whatever.... he got stabbed because his stupid ‘sons’ believed every word he said.”

“The old man gave us a place where we belong,” Ace lunged forward, fist in front, swallowed with rage, “don’t make fun of the old man who saved my life!”

He dodged gracefully, turning on his heel to jab Ace in the rib. They exchange punches, the belligerent admiral having the upper hand due to Ace’s lagging and recklessness. Akainu’s eyes shifted from the fire fist to the strawhat. 

Perfect, he thought, time to end this.

He leaped in the air towards Luffy, the magma on his fist leaving a trail behind him and a smile as wide as ever. He won.

His fist never connected with the strawhat. 

It bore a hole through Ace instead.

Even better.

Overwhelming dread filled the battlefield, especially in Luffy’s unwavering faith, because holy shit you’re not supposed to see right through him. “Ace!” Marco called from the other side, soaring to his side while everyone froze in fear as they watched the events unfold. Whitebeard can only watch in lament, knowing that he did all that he could and it still wasn’t enough. Luffy promised to save him, but why does it feel like he’s the one Ace saved? 

He was there, within your reach. Why couldn’t you do anything? Why didn’t you do anything?

How could you let him die? Out of all the things you could’ve done for him, you cried.

Pathetic. 

He was right there.

You rushed into the rumbling battleground, skidding against the concrete to plant yourself next to him. Luffy’s head whipped to you, holding Ace in his shaking arms. “Y-y/n,” Luffy trembled, and the look in his eyes said it all. He’s dying.

Ace exchanged a few incoherent words with Luffy, so melancholic that he went into shock, mouth agape as his eyes rolled back into his skull.

Swapping places with Luffy, you held Ace’s head on your lap. “Hey, don’t cry,” he brushed the hair clinging to your wet face, “don’t make that face. Doesn’t look like you.” He joked as you pulled him closer to your chest with your foreheads touching and hands shaking as it was on either side of his cheeks, screaming in frustration as tears stained the ground and shamelessly dripped over his face. The warm air contrasted with the coldness of Ace’s body.

“You’re gonna be fine,” your eyes scanned for a doctor, “you’re gonna live, you’ll be fine!” You called out to the nearest medic, asking them to save him. 

“I’m sorry ma’am, it’s already too late, not much to do!”

“Bullshit! You’re a fucking doctor right? What kind of a doctor can’t even save a man dying in front of him?” 

Scared, the poor doctor frantically skirted away, while Ace stared into your orbs, admiring them one last time. “No need to be upset,” he nuzzled his cheek against your thigh, “he can’t save me. Nobody can. My insides are fried.”

“Don’t talk like that!” If he wasn’t injured, you would’ve slapped the living shit out of him. “You’re not dying. I refuse. Get up.” 

“It’s no use.”

You heave up his weight, slinging his arm over your shoulder, only to come crashing back down. The others watched in pity because all you can do was repeatedly punch the ground in dismay like a child throwing a tantrum.

“You can make it!”

“Y/n.” 

“Luffy promised we’d save you and I intend to keep my word.”

“Y/n.”

While watching you trying to save him in vain, unconscious tears wet his cheeks as he bit his lip. It broke his soul to know that he has to leave you like this and there’s nothing he can do to help you. He wants to live. For you. But he knows better than to dream, especially in the condition he’s in. He haphazardly tapped your face with the fading strength he had. 

“Y/n, calm down. I’ll be fine. Please don’t cry. Listen to me, yeah?” 

You nodded, knowing it was a lie, but acquiescing to hear your lover. 

“God, I’m so tired Y/n.” He took a shallow breath before continuing, “I wanna sleep but I don’t wanna go.” I don’t want to leave you alone, hangs on his lips.

This was the end of the line. You knew it was. His stagnant breaths told you so.

All of your movements stop, frustration replaced with empty acceptance. Ace can’t remember you like this, you thought, it’d only be harder for him. “Go ahead,” you manage to show him a forced smile, contrasting against your red nose and puffy eyes, telling him it’s okay. It’s okay to go. He was not nearly convinced, but it was getting harder to fight the sleep overwhelming his crisp body.

“Go sleep,” you encouraged once more, “I’ll be here for you, waiting for you.” You choked on the words as his smile relaxed, eyes fluttering shut. 

“Love you, y/n.”

“I know.”

“Thank you for loving me.”

Clenching your fists, you bit the insides of your cheeks, hoping to drown out the deafening world. Everyone was screaming, but your heart screamed louder. Don’t go, your heart pleaded, I need you. Please don’t leave me. 

But you knew better, Ace would’ve wanted to know that you’d be okay without him. You had to be strong. For him.

This is all that I can do for him.

Before all life left his body, you sang to him one last time, hoping it would provide him as much comfort as it did for you.

“Oh mister sun, sun, mister golden sun. Please shine down on me.” 

The wind gushed by, taking his last breath with it. The end of the beginning was concluding, clearing a new path for a new era in its place. The war raged, filled with metal clashing and the wailing of crestfallen loved ones. 

His vivre card burned, crumbling into thin air, as if it never existed.

Please wake me up from this nightmare.

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An Unlikely Pair

1 of 3 halloween themed fics! More here: Ghost Deku  Werewolf Katsuki

After a year of training at the academy, it was finally time for the young witches and wizards to summon their familiars. Excited chatter buzzed through the crowd of first-years, but Katsuki tried to stay focused on his magical aura; he wanted to be sure he summoned the best familiar possible.

“Yo, Baku-bro, what kind of familiar do you think you’re going to get?” Kirishima asked, giving him a playful punch in the shoulder.

“Oh, he’s gonna get something big and powerful and fiery for sure,” Kaminari said.

“Shut up, you two,” Katsuki snapped.

“The prodigy is concentrating,” Mina joined in mockingly, and Katsuki sent her a death glare, but didn’t have time to back it up with a threat before the headmistress called them to attention.

“Wands up, everyone! We will now begin the incantation!”

Katsuki huffed, settling his temper, and got into position. He said the well-practiced words, and felt a rush of sheer power flow through him as a circle of magic lit up on the floor in front of him. He smirked to himself at the rising form that erupted through it ready to see just how big and powerful his familiar would be, but then all too soon it flashed into being, and he stood in shock at just what it was.

It was a young deer, white spots on his back and the barest hint of antlers protruding from his skull, and the docile thing blinked back at him with a wreath of leaves and flowers around his neck.

“What!?” His shout carried over the whole crowd, and the deer stumbled back, startled. He transformed into his humanoid form, then, revealing a meek, green-haired boy with starry freckles and an undeniable aura of life-magic.

“U-um… hi?” he said, velvety deer ears flopping against his head and posture sunken in on itself.

Katsuki seethed a moment, hands twitching in anger, then screamed out once more.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

-four years later-

“It should be somewhere around here,” Katsuki mumbled, referencing the map one more time, not that it particularly helped in the thick fog.

Izuku let out a huff of agreement, shaking his antlered head so the flowers and jewels that adorned them tinkled slightly. Now that he was fully grown, he did make a pretty good mount in his deer form, but that was about all Katsuki found him useful for. He’d been chastised several times in school for not working together well with his familiar, but in the end he’d graduated without ever expressing anything but contempt for Izuku.

They were on a mission to hunt down a demon that was reportedly sighted living under the passenger bridge in this swampy, foggy area and attempting to eat anyone who crossed it. It was relatively routine for a combat wizard like Katsuki, so he didn’t expect it to be much trouble, besides finding the darn thing through all that mist.

When Izuku started to get antsy, though, he knew they had to be close; his animal instincts were better at detecting the presence of such vile creatures.

“It’s this way, right?” Katsuki pointed ahead, and Izuku nodded, trotting a few more steps forward until at last an outline of the bridge came into view. “Fuck yes! Alright, stay back.” He hopped off of Izuku’s back, landing hard on the soft earth so a bit of mud splashed up around his feet.

Izuku turned back into his humanoid form and reached out a hand.

“W-wait! Are you sure you don’t want me to help? Wet areas like this aren’t exactly easy on your fire magic,” he asked.

“Shut up! I can still light in fog, you know that. I can handle this; I don’t need your help,” Katsuki shot back over his shoulder, blushing slightly, then marched forward.

He stepped right onto the bridge, arms crossed, and watched with angry eyes as a dark, crawling form with a wide mouth and curly tongue scuttled out from under the bridge.

Izuku startled, taking a step back, but Katsuki just cracked his neck and pulled out his wand.

“Why hello there–” the demon started, only to erupt into a column of fire when Katsuki flicked his wrist. It’s dying screams echoed over the marsh.

“Take that, asshole!” Katsuki yelled, casting the same spell again so the fire burned even fiercer. “Yeah, burn in hell!”

The flames went down quickly due to the mist, and the demon lay in an ashen lump on the stone bridge. Katsuki smirked to himself, giving it one good kick, then turned around and started to walk back towards Izuku.

“Fuck, that was almost too easy,” he gloated, hands behind his head.

Izuku chuckled, looking at the ground, then startled when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye; on the bridge, the burnt husk of the demon was being ripped open from the inside, and a newer, slicker version of the demon crawled out.

“K-Ka–!” he stuttered, the name not quite making it out of his mouth before it lunged forward and slammed Katsuki into the ground.

“What the fu-mmpf!” It slapped a grimy hand over his mouth, tongue falling out and slobbering all over Katsuki’s back.

“That hurt, asshole. But your little bonfire trick won’t work on me,” it sneered.

“Mmffishshffu!” Katsuki’s muffled yells barely got through its hand as he thrashed around under it, then silenced suddenly when the creature shifted, making a terrible snapping sound, and Katsuki’s eyes going wide with pain.

“What did you do to him!” Izuku stepped out of the mist, green eyes glowing in anger.

“Oh, I just broke his legs, that’s all,” the demon cackled, then looked back down at Katsuki. “Who’s this? You’re little familiar? Or, wait, is it like that between you two?”

“Let go of him!” Izuku shouted, stomping on the ground and sending out a wave of energy. The demon looked scared a moment, then settled back into a smug look when nothing happened.

“Or what?” it narrowed it’s beady little eyes, then choked as a tree root shot up out of the ground and wrapped so tight around its middle that all the air was forced out of it.

“Or nothing, creep!” Izuku yelled, stomping one more time, and the root tightened further, snapping it in half and sending blobs of disgusting, black ooze everywhere.

Katsuki panted, mouth finally released and looked up at Izuku with an utterly dazed look.

“C’mon. Let’s get you to safety,” Izuku knelt down, the glow in eyes rapidly fading as he picked Katsuki up. All the wizard could do was nod faintly before falling into the depths of unconsciousness.

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Katsuki awoke somewhere dark, and after blinking his eyes for a few minutes, he realized it was just night out and he was laying down under a willow tree on soft, dry grass. His cape had been draped over him like a blanket and Izuku was sat up against the trunk of the tree, awake and keeping watch.

“De...ku?” he slurred out, shifting to look up at him.

“Ah! You’re awake,” Izuku smiled down at him sadly. “H-how do you feel?”

“Mmm… alright. Can’t feel my legs, though,” he mumbled.

“Y-yeah… I started treating them with my healing magic, but they were broken so badly that it’s going to take at least three days of treatment to get them back to normal. Oh, and you can’t feel them because I used a numbing spell so it wouldn’t be painful for you.” Izuku’s eyes fluttered away, one hand pulling at his curly locks.

“Oh. Um, thanks,” Katsuki looked down at his hands in the grass under himself. “For… uh, everything.”

Izuku eyes went wide, cheeks turning pink, and stared at Katsuki for along moment with an open mouth.

Katsuki met his gaze and grew red himself.

“What!?” he snapped, and Izuku instantly turned away.

“N-nothing! It’s just… that’s the first time… you’ve ever…” he gulped, breath stuttering, and Katsuki groaned.

“Please don’t tell me you’re crying.”

“N-no!” Izuku yelped, then sighed. “Well… yes. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t fucking apologize,” Katsuki settled back onto the ground and stared up at the willow’s branches instead of watching his familiar cry. He could still hear it tough, and after a few minutes, he added in a whisper, “I should be the one apologizing.”

“Huh?” Izuku sniffled, trying to wipe away the last few tears.

“I said–!” Katsuki started, angry, then forced himself to calm down. “I mean, I’m sorry. For… for treating you like you’re worthless and whatever. You’re… you’re really not.”

“R-really?” Izuku asked, and from the sound of his voice, he had definitely started to cry again.

Katsuki rolled his eyes.

“Yes, really.”

“Oh, Kacchan! That’s… that’s all I ever wanted to hear!” Izuku sobbed loudly. “I love you!”

Katsuki stiffened, whipping around to look at him with wide eyes and red cheeks, but Izuku was still crying away as is if it were the natural thing to say in that situation.

“I… um…” he stumbled, eyes flickering around without really seeing anything. “I guess… you’re pretty cute?”

“Wha…?” Izuku finally brought his hands away from his eyes to give Katsuki a confused look. “I… thanks? But what does that have to with…?”

“You said you love me!” Katsuki shouted in defense.

“Y-yeah! Of course I do! I’m your familiar!” Izuku shouted back, a lilt of confusion in the back of his voice.

“Fuck! I thought you meant like… ugh!” Katsuki reddened further, if that was even possible, and laid his head in his hands.

“Oh! I… um… do you?” Izuku asked, voice suddenly breathier.

Katsuki grumbled something unintelligible.

“Kacchan…?” Izuku reached out a hand, lightly touching Katsuki shoulder. He shuddered fiantly, then nodded his head. Izuku gulped, then embraced him from behind and rubbed his cheeks over the back of Katsuki’s neck. “Me too,” he whispered. “Me too, Kacchan.”

“Why though?” Katsuki choked out. “I’m such a jerk to you.”

“But you finally apologized,” Izuku countered.

“Yeah, like, thirty seconds ago,” he said, voice cracking like he was on the verge of tears.

“So? Everything’s forgiven in my book,” Izuku whispered, pressing the faintest kiss on Katsuki’s neck. Izuku felt the shiver that went through his body that time, and held him as he began to cry.

“What the fuck did I do to deserve you?” he said through his sobs, and Izuku couldn’t help but think how much had changed between them since that fateful day four years ago.

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Overnight Watch Aftermath

A/N: Back again with another short story! This was obviously inspired by the steam that was made recently. (Damnit Seán and everyone. >:U Staying up to watch the over night watch! Love the creativity that went into though. So congrats you guys!) Surprisingly, its not a novelization but an aftermath of the stream. Seriously, I enjoyed the 'Jacksepticeye Christmas Special' and the 'Over Night Watch' streams Jack, Robin and everyone put together. Thank you both! In this, I want to keep to how Anti is dark, cruel and twisted. As fun as it is to think of him in a romantic figure for lolz… it does water down the character's spark of life. I mean, I can't tell you can't do it but that's just me. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Warning: This might break a few hearts and hit hard. Might. But please keep in mind that is this not my view of the community that I love. But its for the sake of the fic. 

*~*~*~*~*~*~* Everyone waved at the camera, thanking everyone that donated and showed up at the Christmas Special stream. Once the connection was cut and the camera was off, the group let out a collective sigh of relief and happiness. They worked really hard for this stream to happen and they were all glowing with pride and joy over their work. They really hoped the community had a lot of fun with it. Jack glanced at the donation bar that marked how much was raised that day. They reached the goal yesterday, but it wasn't the case for today. Still they'll leave it open to reach that for those that missed the stream. Either way, the amount was for a good cause. Only now that fun and games and spotlight was over… It was clean up time. “Polaris would kill us if we left their place a mess.” Robin pointed out as the others all pretended to groan and cry in despair over the very idea of clean up. The editor watched them with a flat expression as they dramatically fell to their knees then onto the floor in fake death; he vaguely remembered Jack voicing his contempt for cleaning in one video last year. Whether they wanted to or not, it was something they had to do as guests to the studio. His expression remained on his face when the room went silent, the group still laying on the floor in a variety of poses. “Are you guys done dying yet? We need to sweep the floor.” Emma's arm shot up. “I'll get the brooms~!” She yelled, springing up from her spot on carpet, Wiishu popping up next to volunteer to help her gather the brooms. The boys, Ethan and PJ rolled to their feet, declaring to get a couple of boxes to pack away anything that was unnecessary to leave that they used. The group chattered amongst themselves as they left to gather the supplies for the clean up. Jack remained on the floor, humming to himself. Wiishu popped her head through the doorway, looking at him. “You coming, Seán?” He whined, lifting an arm and waving it tiredly. “But I hate cleaning-!” “Seááánnn~” “I'll come in a little bit.” Jack squirmed on the floor as if to get comfortable, then cracked the grin. “Right now I'm making sure the carpet doesn't escape.” She lifted a brow, smiling. “Mhm~” “What is that lazy ass doing?!” PJ called from the hall, realizing that Wiishu was at the door to the room. She giggled and called back. “He's making sure the carpet doesn't run away.” “ITS CARPET! IT DOESN'T HAVE LEGS!” “Magic carpet.” Jack answered automatically with a mischievous smile as Wiishu turned to look at him. She rolled her eyes. Honestly what will she do about this man she loved? “He says its a magic carpet!” “BULL! SHIT!” The youtuber waved her hand at PJ, “He said he'll help in a little bit.” “Fine… totally going to enjoy his punishment tweet for losing.” “Alright love birds, the carpet ain't gonna sweep itself.” Robin called, “Let him roll around in the stuffing if he wants. He's the one stuck having to clean that up.” “Boys.” Wiishu giggled, shaking her head at the friends that bantered at each other. “Alright, we'll see you in a bit, Seán. And don't mess up that jumper!” “See you in a bit, my Woosher.” Jack cooed then grinned at her, “And I won't. Promise.” She giggled, blushing a little under the nickname he used, blowing him a kiss before turning and leaving again, closing the door behind her. And Jack was left alone. His eyes flashed a jet black, the grin turning more to a scowl. *~*~*~*~*~*~* “̕A̴bo͢ut ̵da-̨d̸amn ̀t͝im̡e͡.̵.̶.” Anti grumbled, glad for the moment of peace with the group gone. The stream had gone on long enough in his opinion and he didn't feel pleased in having to spend more time pretending to be Jack. However, despite his grumpiness toward his host's friends and the desire to stab them all just to please himself… he did feel satisfied with the work he put up last night. “E͠he̡ḩeh̷e~̶!͜”̸ He giggled, the sound echoing softly in his mind, leaving the hijacked body to rest comfortably on the floor and hum some nonsensical song. Behind him, in the back of his mind were two figures strung up in chains. Henrik was injured, shaking from pain and wincing at the cuts that riddled his body. The other was the healthier looking of the two but glared at Anti's back with bright blue eyes that seethed in rage. “H̕at̕e ̷y͜o͡u͟r ̀f-͘frien̡d̶s, but I̛ mu͟s̴t şa̴y it wa͜s͝ ra-ra҉t̀h͠er… a͞mus̸ìn̡g ̸to ̨do̸.̧”̕ Jack growled. “C҉are̛ful��,͢ L͘u̡c͜ky ͝Cha̧r̴m̷s̨…͟ ̕you͘'́ll̕ ̧g̢et ̷yo͜ur̕ ̡f̕ace s-͜s͡tu̶çk͏ ͞th̸at̴ wa͞y.̢” Another growl. The entity rolled his eyes at the defiant will of his host. “O̵h̵ ģi̕ve ͝it ̨a res͘t.͝ ̨W͞hat͜ ar͞e̕ ̢yo̶u? À ̡d͜o̧g?” He grumbled to himself as he toyed with his signature knife, ignoring another growl thrown his way. “R̨-̀ri͜gh͟t.͢ D҉ơg it́ is͠.͝ ̨B̧a̴rk ̡ba͠rk͘,̀ ̨m͘o̡th̨èr ́f̢uck̨e̵r̴.”͝ Anti paced a little and literally felt the burning glare that tracked his movements. He grinned, enjoying that victory as he twirled the knife between his fingers with expertise. Not only has he fooled the community, but was easily fooling Jack's closest friends, and was hunting down his egos for laughs. Hijacked a stream that Jack had been wanting to do for so long to add to the list of things gone wrong. Hell, he stole the youtuber's very life from him for more than a year in front of his very eyes. The entity was the very reason the Irishman was angry. And Anti loved every second of it. “̕So͡…̶ How̵ d͝i͢d͏ ̶y͡ou ͞li͟k͏e ţh̛e sh͟-s̢h̡ow?”̶ he asked innocently, batting his eyes while his smile the very opposite of his tone. “You son of a bitch...” “̷A͡h̛-͞a͝h͏,̛ J͟ack͟~”̛ Anti clicked his tongue, wagging the knife in his direction in a chiding manner as he turned on his heel to face the captives. “͏That's ́ńot ̴ver̷y ̶níc͢e f̕o̧r ͢som͠eo̶ne̕ wh͡o̡'̸s ͏s̵up̷p҉os͞e ͜t̀o͘ b̢ę oh̷ ͠s͟o in̶t̸ò th̢e h̛o͝l̶íd͡ay c̵h͠e̢eŗ~.̸”̵ The dark entity chuckled as Jack ground his teeth in anger at the taunt. “K-ķée̶p̡ t̕hat up͡ an͠d ͢yòu͡'͡l͞l̛ w-͞win̕d͡ up͟ i͜n̸ the͝ n͢aug̡h̨ty ̕li҉s̡t.͏” “Right now I could careless what list I'm on.” The Irish Youtuber growled, straining against the chains that held him fast. “Just keep my friends out of this. This is between you and me and no one else.” “͜You ͝are cor͡re̕ct,̕ s͞ir!” Anti laughed, having waved the knife to emphasis his agreement with lighter counterpart. His smile split his face almost demonically so as he stared at Jack straight in the eye. “B͞ut t́hat'̴s̵ ̧n͏ot ͞w-w͠h̨a̵t ̀yo͘u're ręal͢ly a̡n-͟a͡n͜gry͞ ͢ab͝o͠ut͟, n̡ow ́i̷s-͢s it̵?”̕ Jack paused and blinked, thrown off guard by the comment then glared again. “What the hell are you talking about? Of course, its the reason I'm pissed off enough to want to punch your teeth through the back your skull!” He snarled, straining against his chains, “You're dragging those I care about and innocent people into a fight that's not meant for them. Why else would I be this angry!?” The entity gave a slow blink, the smile never wavering. “E̕eh̸heeh̷ee… H̀ah́aha͞…͜”̛ The entity laughed, leaning dangerously close to Jack's face, blue eyes staring into blue eyes. The smile on his face grew wider. “M͢ ҉e͠ e h͏ a͜ h̛ a h̀ ̵ą ̛h̶ a~̀!” His wild grin died down a little as his expression turned smug. “W͜-wo̕w…͏ y͏ou̵'ŕé r͏eallý ̛going ͠to̴ ke-́keep͠ d-͞den̨y̕iņg i̧t̕ ̸h͞ùh?̕ G̷-got̢ta̸ ̷ha͡ve m҉-̕me̕ ͏sp͝e͜l̡l i͜t ͏o͘út f̧or ̷ya̴-à?”̡ “Anti...” The Irishman hissed, the tone was angry but Anti detected that slight hint of curiosity. He kept smug smile as he chuckled to himself. Oh-ho~! Look at that. Despite the Youtuber's hissing of defiance, he was actually quite curious of what the entity was trying to get that. Well, he couldn't think of him much better than anyone else. After all, humans are quite the strange bunch. 'Humans are truly weak… so weak you can see things they try to hide so easily~' Anti chuckled again, enjoying this little moment a bit more. Henrik stirred, opening his eyes a crack from where he was strung up by the chains that held him captive. “N-noh… Jack… Jack don-don't… listen… to him...” The smug expression went flat as Anti's gaze slid slowly away from Jack and settled on the doctor. The smile he wore was dead yet sharp, and his blue eyes were ice cold. The chains responded to his thoughts and tightened around the German doctor's limbs and chest. Henrik gasped and grimaced in pain, bearing it as best he could. “C̵an̡'͡t ͞yo̶u śee I̴'͘m tal͘k̢ing ͡t̀o҉ ̕Jack̸ ͡h̷e͏ŕe, ͝good͠ d-doc̵t͘or̡?͢ D́ò ҉you͏ ͏k͠-̕kno҉w h̵ow ŕ-͠ru͏d͝e̷ ͏i̢t̵ is to i͢nte͟r͘r̴u̡pt ͜a pr̸i̴-pr͠iv͠a̷t̴e con͞versàtiǫn?”҉ A chain squeezed hard… something popped. Henrik flinched. “͢Now…͝ I've ̴b͏ee͜n v͘e͝ry pati͘ent̴ ląt̛e͏l͏y̧.” Anti growled darkly, “͞On͜e ́ot̨he̴r e-͡eg̴o i̶s ̨al͠re̶ad̨y ҉o͏n͝ th͏e͝ ̀ch͢-̶c͞hópp͘ing̵ ̡b́lơc̷k͜ and ́y͠et he͝'͜s st̢i̸ll free…͝ unle̡ss yo͠u ͡e̛xtre͢m͡ely ̡e̡ager͡ to ̨s͡e͟e̶ them s̢t̴ru͜n͠g u͏p ͞nex͏t̸ ̡y-yo҉ù, yo͢u̕ u͡se̢l̢ess̛ ͢q͟u͝ack...͟ ” His eyes flashed to the all consuming black as he gave the persona a predatory stare. “̧Then ̧y̛o̸u bette͘r̷ shút t̡h͢e͝ fu̶ck͞ ̴up͏ ͏ove̴r̶ t̡he̴re͝.” Dr.Schneeplestein went quiet under the entity's withering glare, but he did give the Youtuber a pleading look before looking away to leave them be. Anti smiled at the submissive attitude. “̶G̨ood͜ ̕boy.͡” The chains relaxed their grip a little to let the doctor feel some relief for the moment. Anti turned his attention back to Jack, who glared at him for his torturous method of keeping one of his personas quiet. “Anti, you're-” “S̀-̸s͡ic̸k? D̵e̶m̸ente͏d?͝ ̛T͢w͞i͏ste͘d҉ a͠nd ̡i͡n̛-͏i̵ns͜a̴n͢e? Wh҉ỳ ye͜s, ye̢s̀ I̸ ̢am͏.̸ Are͟n'́t̸ ͏y͏ou t̸he cle̶ve̕ŗ b-b͠o̢y?”͡ Anti's grin was smug once more. “G̵l̡ad͜ t́o ̛he͘ar ̛it b̴u̢t́ r͘i͢g̡ht̶ n̸o͞w, Ja̴ck͟a͜bo̷y͟… it͜ś no͝t ̴ḿe ̴yo̴u ̷sh͏ơul̨d f̡o̷cu͢s on̸.̴” “N͡o̡w͏ a̶b͏o̸út̀ ̧whát̴ ̨I̢ wa͜s goíng͢ ͡t͟o͝ say.̛..͘” He giggled, “Y͟ou̸ w̸a͝n̛te͝d t̕o ͢kno̴w͘ ͞ẃh̵y y͜o͢u s̛hóu͡ld̶ ͞fèel͠ ̡ang̶ry͞ at ̴th̸ìs ̨mome̛n͟t̷ ̶b̷ųt̢ n̛ot a̸t ̨me, r̕i͘ght?̴” He leaned in close again, “I͏'l̨l t̵e҉l҉l̴ y͘o̵u~͞… ҉ar̡e you ͜r͏ead͏y t͝ò ̕h̸ear ́t́hé t̨r͜u̸th̕ o̵f̸ ̨y҉our a̢ńgér?͢” “Just get it over with, I know it'll be bullshit.” Jack grumbled, narrowing his gaze at Anti and wishing he would get out of his face. Anti did as he wished, pulling away to twirl his beloved blade in his hand. “́O͡kay̷ the͟n… h͞e͢r̨ȩ's̕ the͏ t͘ruth.͠”͢ “Y̵ou're ̀an͜gry̸, ̶n͞ot at͢ m҉e̢… bu̸t ͡át ̀y҉our̶ ҉p̨re̛çi̸ou͟s͏ ͠com͘mun̢i̢ty…̧ ̷you͜ ͘b҉elo͜v͟e͟d͠ v̡iew̡er̕ş…̢ ̴your͏ ̕f͝ri͜en͏dly ̧fa̵ns th̶at ͡hąv҉e ͝ỳo̡u͜r̛ ̸b̨ack̵, ͏the͢ Bos͝se̵s.͟..͠” Anti giggled, eyes flashing black. “T̕he͜y're͜ ̕al͘l ̛m̨i͜ne no͟w͝. ͘Th̢e͘y̸ ͏co̷mp̵let̡ęl͡y ҉a̴ba̧n̢d͜oned̡ ̕y̴ou͠… ̡and y̸ou̡ ͠kno̶w ́i͞t̶.̢”͜ Jack's eyes widen at the words and shook his head, angrier than before. “You lying sack of shit! Why would any-” “̷Ḩ E ͢E̴ ̴H ̀A҉ H Ą ̡H͢ ͝A H ͘A~͝!͝” The entity crowed, taking great delight at the pain that flashed across the youtuber's eyes. “̛W̧h̛y k̡e͜èp ͞denyin̨g̷ ̵t̛h͠a͜t t̶ruth?̡ The͡ s̶tŗeam ͘pr̡ovéd ̢it to ҉y̢ou~̕. Fór̸ ̴w̛ho̢m did̷ ̢th́ey p͠ine ̛f̕or? ͢Who͜ di͝d͡ ̷t̢hey͢ dr҉a̧w ̨ȩx͘ci҉temen̸t ͜f͡ro͟m̨?͢ ͘What reaso͜ņ h̵a͏d ͠t̡he̸sȩ ̕f̴-foǫl̵s s̡ta̸yed u̕p҉ ͞f̡o͞r̴ h͟-hour̨s ̵ùpon hǫųr̶s ͢lo͢-l҉óok̶i͡n͘g ҉at̶ a̛ u̵s̶e͝le͡ss̀ s-҉s͟c͏re̸en ҉for ͡a͟n҉ en͘t̷i̷ré ̨ni-̵night̴?̴!” The Irishman stared at him, eyes wide, taking in the words as they lashed at him like physical blows. He let their weight sink into his mind as his thoughts raced. Anti leaned toward him, placing a hand to his chest as his smile stretched across his face, giggling. “͏W-͢w͟ho͜ ̷w̨a̛s ̴it͟, J̕a͏ck̛? ̛T-͜t̨ȩll me ͡th̛ȩ ͞tru̢t̢h̨!”̸ “. . .” “Sa̢y̢ ͝i̢t!” “. . .” He shivered, keeping his eyes screwed shut, refusing to say. “S҉A͝Ỳ I̡T̵!”͠ But there was a nugget of truth... at least a nugget of truth that Anti pressed against his face. “. . . .” Jack mumbled softly, flinching as he did. “̧I CA҉N'T͠ ̡HEA̷R YOU!҉” “...you...” Anti giggled and nodded, watching the Irishman's shoulders sag in realization. “That̨'s̀ r͡i͡ģht, ͘L͢ucky̸ Charm̨s…̷ M̶e͠.̷ ̷They'҉re doin̕g ͞this̨ fo̵r͘ ҉m̷e͞.͞ Ànt͡ìse̴p̡t͢i͡ce̴ye i̴s̡ ̷wh̨o they ͢wa̵ǹt ̸t̢o̷ ̡s̡ee̢.̢ Th̛ey ͠love͟ ̨ąn̶d̸ ador͏è ̶ḿę.̴ Th̸ey ͝l̵ef͠t yo͘u̷ hig̛h̢ ͜an̸d d̷ry f͘òr me!”͘ He laughed, but the sound was both in delight and yet sheer rage, as if voicing his own contempt of the fanbase. “̛The҉y ͘lov͝e̵ ͜a̢ǹd͢ adore ҉me anḑ ̸y͢èt theỳ d͞e̵clare tơ ̧f̀ig͟h̨t ͞m͢e̵ ̀t͞o g͢et you b̡ack̶!̶ ͡AN̵D ̴T̨HE͢Y͏ H͘AVE̡N̛'̴T ̵DONE͞ ͘S̶H͘IT̡ F̧O̸R͝ Y̧O̴U!”̸ He snarled, “̸Al͜l t̵hi̕s̨ ti͘me,͜ t͢h̨ey͞'ve béen ͘sp͝in͏ning̢ iǹ fu͝c̀king ̢c͝i̡rcl̶es ͡a͘n̕d ͟th͟èy leàrned ͡no͏thi̧n̸g̴.̨”͘

“Y͡ou ̡s̵ee? ͜Yơu̸r͢ ͘f̕a̧ith w̷a̕s ̸wo͏rt̷hless͠! ͟My͡ co͜n̶trol ̧i̵s ̵fa͝r̛ su̵per̀ior t͢han̡ ̷yoư ͡t͜h̡o̶ugh̨t̵,̶ ̕Ja̧ck.̵ ̵Y͜our ͞c͜o͠m͝m͝un͝i͘t͏y̧ ̧abandone͠d͠ ͟you͡ w̶h͜en y͏o̸u n̷ee͡ded th͝e͡m ͠most ̶f̴o̧r ̴me! ͟Yo̵u'r̴e WE͡A͞K!́” Jack trembled under the onslaught of words. But he shook his head, refusing to let that personal pain spill from him. Did he place too much faith in them? Was he really that replaceable to them? Did his community truly abandoned him for someone so evil? Was he that weak that no one wanted to save him or his other egos? The idea of that tore at him. So much time he spent to make them happy, to give happiness to those that needed it. Spent so much time trying to teach them the good of the world… Only to have it be thrown back at his face…? Was Anti what they truly wanted? “No… not all of them...” “T̢h̕e͠y͘ wanted m̴ę h҉e͠ŕe,͞ J̀àc̨k!̴ So ͘hęre ͢I ̀am!͝”͠ Anti snapped, a smile splitting his face nearly in half. “I'͝v͡e ̛alre̢ady̛ w͞òn̛. T͟hiś wor͜l͟d͢ is ̶MIŅE. ́T́hese pe͘ǫpl͡ȩ ҉ar͠e̡ ͢M̧INE̷!͟”̨ He reached out and grabbed Jack by the front of his shirt and jerked him closer to his face, glaring at him. “Yo̧u̶ ͜c̸a̷n̶'t͟ sţop me̛.”̛ He pointed out in the direction of the camera that was used for the stream. “͡A̛nd̢ ̛them̷? ͡Th̶ey d̴o̶n't͘ ́wan̡t̕ ͠to.”͏ “But...” “̸F҉ACÈ ͘I̢T! ̢Yo͢u ́l͞ơst̨. A̡n͝d ̢they'̡r͢e ͝not͝ com̵i͡ng f͡o̕r͞ you͞.” Jack trembled, gritting his teeth as he fought against the possibility. There had to be people that cared for him in the community… there had to be. He and the other egos weren't thrown under the bus… it wasn't true. But the possibility was right there in his face. The Overnight Watch stream proved it. He saw the number of viewers that stayed awake throughout the night. How the chat burst into excited chatter whenever Anti or some other glitch happened on the camera feed. All about Anti. Anti this. Anti that. Anti… Anti… Anti… Nothing about Jack… The Irish Youtuber's eyes dulled from a bright blue to a bluish-grey hue and cracked. “. . . .” He wept, sagging in the entity's grip and just sobbed. Everything he worked for, made happen to bring happiness to others… stolen. And no one cared. A strange expression crossed Anti's face before he wiped it away with a sneer of contempt. “Y͢ou̧ ̨s͝ee̴? Th͘ey'r̀e just pup̴p̢e̡t͢s, on̨l̸y͢ danc͠i͘ng͢ t̸o wh͞o͡m͝ever̸ ͞h͜aş ͠c̛ontr͞o̢l̶.͘ They͜ d͝ơn͠'t ́ca̧r͝e̴ ̶who it ͢is. ̢An̸d̕ ̕s͠i̧nce̸ its ͜n͘ot ͠yo͏u̡…̀ t͝hey c̡a̶re ͟no̸th͏ing f̀or̸ ̵y̛ou.”̶ He let him go, letting him drop to the floor like a ragdoll as the chains no longer carried his weight but kept their hold on him to prevent escape. Jack didn't move, just laid where he was and wept. “͝I͢ ̨have ͡cle͜a͢ņi͠ng to ḑo.̧ J͟u̶s̨t ͝a͢çcep͏t that̸ yo͜u lo͡st,̕ Jack.̢ ̛It��'ll m̸ak͏è ̧it̛ e͝asier o҉n ̧y̨o̢ur mind.͞” The entity turned and walked away from him, knife twirling and dancing between his fingers. “͏Y͝ou ҉l͜o̵s͝t҉ ̷o̢ur b̛e̢t͢. ̡T̵h̶ei̴r ͞so̶ul͘s ͝be͡l̕o͝n͞g to ̀mę…͝ as̛ ͝we͝l̢l͏ as yo̶úrs̨. B̶ut͠ I'͢ll̴ ̡g̵i͢v̴e̕ them ̶o͜n͢e ͠more ̀ch̀a̶n͏c͏e ̢to m͠a̢ke͢ t͏his so mu̡ch ͘b͏ette̢r. ͏On̴è ͟m҉ore͘ ̨c̀ha̕nce͝ t͟ǫ ̀re͜s̸cue̵ you͟. And th̷èn it̢s ga͞m̡e̢ ̷o̴v̴e̶r͝.”́ “Bùt ̨do̢ǹ'҉t ̴g̶e̸t ̴you͠r ͟h͟o̵pes ̡up, Lu͝ck̀y͏ C̸har̀m̛s.͟” Anti vanished to take control of the body, his words echoing in the mindscape. “A̛s f͏ar͠ ҉a҉s̶ th͏ey'̢re̴ ͟conce̴rne̛d…̶ yo̴u'̴r̡e dea̧d.́”̴ Henrik hung there, crying himself as he listened to soft sobs that wracked the youtuber's body. Jacksepticeye was abandoned by the very people he loved.

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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 045 [Abuse of Power]

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〈“Will anyone come forward? Who is to blame? They’ve all tried to hold me down, but now I’ve turned it all around. Got the hope I need to get off the ground, stay alive and try another day.” Vickeblanka, “Black Rover”〉

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What an insane fucking aura Stain has… such strength, such conviction. He needs a serious fucking chill pill, bro. Izuku’s body shook in fear against me, his wide eyes trained on the hero killer. Even the fucking pros are frozen in shock and fear. For fuck’s sake, do I have to do everything around here?

I pushed Zuku to the side and rushed forward, twisting my body to slam my leg against his stomach. What little bit of consciousness he had left fled his body as the knife clattered to the ground, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull as his body fell to the ground.

“That ain’t it, chief,” I grunted. “You say only All Might is allowed to kill you? That’s a wet dream because that blonde idiot would never kill anyone for any reason. The fucker ain’t got it in him to do so. And besides,” I smirked, holding up my hand as flames swirled against my palm. “Allowed to kill you? I’d like to see you spout that crap when you’re locked up with the worst of the worst!”

“J-Jen…” Izuku squeaked.

I glanced at him and sighed, lowering my hand. “But it’s not like you can hear me and I’m way fucking overdue for some fucking sleep. Release,” The sound of shattering filled the night air as my torn and burnt school shirt returned to my body. Deadpool, I’m coming to see you, bud.

“Jen!”

“Winchester!”

Darkness.

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I stared out the window, watching a bird hopping from branch to branch. Although Hosu general had a few healers on their staff, they are nothing compared to Gran, so most of my injuries hadn’t been fully healed.

The door slid open and a thin man in a white coat stepped inside, his grey-blue hair slicked back. His name is Akashi, the doctor that’s been tending to me since I arrived. He glanced up from the clipboard, his blue eyes meeting mine. “How are you feeling, Miss Winchester?”

“Like I got ran over by an eighteen-wheeler twice and then he did a u-turn and did it two more times.”

He sweatdropped. “That’s oddly specific…” He cleared his throat. “Would you like to know the extent of your injuries before we took care of you?”

“Yeah, why not.”

“Your left shoulder was broken, along with several ribs, one of which nearly punctured your lung. The puncture wound on your stomach was the worst of your injuries, it was quite deep, but your quick thinking at closing the wound prevented you from bleeding out. There will be a nasty scar once it’s fully healed, though. For the future, when you get stabbed by something, don’t pull it out.” Akashi deadpanned.

I returned his pointed look with a blank one. “Yeah sure. Walking around with a piece of fucking glass sticking out of my fucking torse is totally a fashion trend I want to start.”

He ignored me, returning his eyes to the clipboard. “Other than that, there were various cuts and bruises across your body, but nothing serious. We fixed your shoulder, so you should be able to use your arm, but I suggest you take it easy since it’s not fully healed.”

All things considered, not too bad, I guess.

“You can come in now,” Akashi called out.

The door slid open and the short man, Gran Torino, stepped inside. “Come on, girl. The chief of police needs to talk to all of you at once. Let’s not keep him waiting.”

I groaned in protest. “Ain’t it easier to bring them to me?”

“Easier for you, maybe.” He grunted, folding his arms over his chest.

Che, no sympathy for the wounded. I swung my legs over the side of the bed. The cold shot through my socks as soon as I touched the linoleum floor. Thankfully, the nurses had changed me into pants and a shirt instead of those horrendous hospital gowns because I ain’t about that life. Gran Torino led me down the hall to a room where two men stood. One I recognized – it was the guy that had tried to take me to the hospital.

His eyes met mine and he rushed forward, relief on his face. “You’re okay, I’m so glad!” The relief quickly switched to disappointment. “I trusted you to go straight to the hospital. What were you thinking? You were already badly injured and then you went after the hero killer. You could have died, do you understand?”

I scratched my cheek. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I don’t regret it, though. I’d do it again.”

The second man cleared his throat and holy fucking salsa dancing chimichangas is that a dog on two legs?? Why is this bitch so goddamn tall?? “We should scold them together, woof.”

Bro, he just fucking barked, I can’t.

Gran Torino nudged me forward and I reluctantly tore my eyes from the dog, entering the room. All three boys snapped their heads to us.

“Jen!” Zuku sprung off the bed, stumbling with a squeak. I rushed forward, catching him with my good arm. He buried his face in my neck, arms tight around my waist. “We were so worried… they wouldn’t tell us where you were or if you were okay.”

I hummed, running my fingers through his hair. “I won’t die so easily, not when I have so many brats to look after.” I helped him back to his bed before sitting on the side.

Gran Torino stomped forward. “Idiot! I could yell at you for hours right now!”

“Yeah… I’m… sorry…” Zuku mumbled, looking down at the covers in shame.

“But before I do, you’ve got a visitor. This is Hosu’s chief of police, Kenji Tsuragamae.”

The tall dog entered the room on cue, his hands in the pockets of his suit pants. Todoroki and Iida immediately stood up and Zuku struggled to do the same. “No, please stay seated, woof.”

I held my breath to prevent myself from laughing. I mean come on, can you blame me? He’s a fucking dog for fuck’s sake and he keeps barking! What even is my life?

“So, you’re the U.A. students that brought down the hero killer, huh?”

“We are,” Todoroki responded hesitantly.

“Stain has some serious injuries,” he continued. “Severe burns and several broken bones. Right now, he’s in the hospital under strict guard, woof. Here’s a lesson you should have already learned – when quirks became the norm, the police force sought to maintain the status quo. It decided we wouldn’t use quirks as weapons.”

What the fuck is the point, then? If you got a bitch comin’ at you with the intent to kill, you can bet your ass I’mma use my quirk as a fucking weapon.

“That’s when heroes came in. They could do what we couldn’t – if they were licensed, of course, woof. It would be impossible for the police to condone the use of deadly quirks. After all, we’re here to stop such harm from being done. The only reason the pros can use their powers now is because of the strict code of ethics that the early heroes chose to abide by.”

I scratched my cheek. He just started talking and my brain is already starting to hurt. This mutt is throwing information at me like I’mma be graded on it. He should be thanking us for doing what he failed to do, but I get the feeling that ain’t gonna happen.

“That’s why it’s against the law for un-certified people to use their quirks to cause injury. Whether you were up against the hero killer or not, none of you have the authority to harm a villain. That means the four of you, and your supervisors – Endeavor, Manual, and Gran Torino – are sure to receive harsh punishments for this gross abuse of your powers.”

Todoroki beat me to the punch, his voice angry. “Now wait a minute. If Iida had not stepped in, Native would have been murdered. And if not for Midoriya, both of them would be dead. No one even realized that the hero killer was in Hosu. Are you saying we should have just stood back and watched people die?!”

“Calm down,” Zuku held his hands up.

“No, he’s fucking right.” I snapped, glaring at the mutt. “The whole fucking reason we’re training to be heroes is to use our fucking powers to save people. What kind of hero turns their back when someone is about to fucking die, huh?! You’re damn fucking right I used my quirk to harm that fuck and I’d do it again!”

“Jen…”

“So, it’s okay to break the law as long as it goes your way?” His eyes narrowed.

“But, sir -” Todoroki clenched his teeth. “Isn’t it a hero’s job to save people?!”

“This is why you’re not a full-fledged pro yet. It’s obvious U.A. and Endeavor haven’t been teaching you near enough. What a shame.”

Oh no, he fucking did not just go there.

“You damn mutt!” Todoroki spat, stepping forward.

“You’ve got some nerve, you fucking dog.” I snarled. “Insulting U.A. like that. U.A. is the fucking best school, full of people that actually give a damn about others!”

“Todoroki! Winchester!” Iida cried out. “Listen, he’s right!”

“Stop right here, kids.” Gran Torino held his hand up to prevent us from getting any closer to the dog. “You wanna hear him out to the end.”

The mutt continued, “What I’ve said is the official stance at the police department, but any punishment would only be necessary if this went public. If it did, you’d probably be applauded by citizens everywhere, but there’s no way you could escape from being reprimanded. On the other hand, we could say Endeavor saved the day.”

I glanced at Todoroki, seeing his body tense up. Personally, I don’t give a fuck about getting credit or not, I’d much rather prefer not to be in the limelight. But Endeavor getting the praise? Really?

“Stain’s burns would support this story completely and we could pretend you weren’t involved, woof. Thankfully, there were very few witnesses. This could be the last you heard of any punishments. It would mean no one would know about you, though. You’d receive no acclaim at all. The choice is yours.”

Why does this sound too good to be true, huh?

“Personally, I know where I stand.” The mutt held his thumb up, tongue lolling out of his mouth. “I don’t want to damage any promising young careers. Not for a mistake like this.”

“Bitch, huh?” I deadpanned. “You just fucking said – and it wasn’t a mistake, bro!”

“Either way, we have to take responsibility for being negligent supervisors…” The man, according to Iida was called ‘Manual’, hung his head in shame.

Iida approached him and bowed at the waist. “I’m sorry, I should have listened.”

Manual lightly karate chopped his head. “Yeah, you caused us a lot of trouble. Remember that, and don’t do it again!”

Zuku lowered his head. “And… I apologize, as well.”

“Me too,” Todoroki bowed, mumbling reluctantly.

Gran Torino looked at me expectantly and I stared back. “Well, I ain’t fucking apologizing. I don’t regret my decision to step in and help them. My goal is to protect these brats, no matter what it costs me. Was it stupid and reckless? Maybe, but I still stand by my decision. I would rather rot in a cell for the rest of my life than live with the thought that I didn’t protect them when I could have simply because of a stupid rule. Not only that, but that first fucking battle left me no choice. She was after me like a fat kid after the last fuckin’ twinkie.”

“Jen,” Zuku sweatdropped.

Gran Torino grunted and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of me, his foot in my stomach. The air left me as I stumbled backward into Todoroki’s arms, clutching my stomach. “Toshirnori was right about you, we have our work cut out for us with you. You should have accepted my offer!”

“You fucking moldy ass shrimp,” I wheezed in pain.

“I know it’s not fair,” the mutt spoke up. “You won’t enjoy any of the fame and praise you probably would have received otherwise but at least,” He bowed at the waist, his arms straight at his sides. “Allow me, as the chief of police, to thank you.”

“You know, you could have started with that…” Todoroki murmured, glancing at me.

“For fucking real,” I muttered. “Being a hero ain’t about fame. Who fucking cares if we get praised? That’s the whole reason Stain even exists, ain’t it? People are becoming heroes for the fame and the cold hard cash, not because they genuinely care about others. They don’t want to help people, they just wanna help themselves.”

He hummed thoughtfully as he straightened his body. “Perhaps, but I personally believe that good deeds should be rewarded, woof.” I clicked my tongue and looked away. “Now, I must return to the station and I ask that you accompany me there, Jen Winchester.”

Zuku tensed up, his eyes darting between us. “Wait, is she in trouble? Now that I think about it, you didn’t mention a fourth supervisor, why is that? Who did she intern with? I don’t remember anyone mentioning it. Plus, she was badly injured when she arrived on the scene. She said something about the first battle, what did she mean by that?”

I sweatdropped at his muttering spell, walking over and resting my hand on his head. “Don’t worry, Zuku, they just need to ask me some questions about somethin’ I saw before the battle with Stain. Heal up well and I’ll see the three of you back at school, alright?” I headed for the door but paused. “Can one of you get ahold of Katsuki and let him know I’m alive?”

“I will,” Iida responded.

“Thanks,” I grinned, closing the door behind me.

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Kenji opened a door, motioning for me to step inside. “What here, we’ll be with you shortly, woof.”

I grunted, stepping into the bare, cold room. The door closed behind me and an uncomfortable silence settled over the room. The thick walls blocked out the sounds of the police station. After leaving the three boys, he had checked me out of the hospital against the doctor’s wishes and drove me straight to the Hosu police department.

I fell into the metal chair with a sigh. The metal table is bolted to the floor so it can’t be moved, and another chair sat on the other side. A bright, fluorescent light sat in the middle of the ceiling, directly above the table. The wall behind me was almost completely covered by a thick black glass – a two-way mirror. Geez, why I do I feel like a fuckin’ prisoner right now?

The door opened and I lazily glanced over. “Hello, Jen Winchester.” The man smiled, closing the door behind him. “Do you remember me?”

He does look familiar, but, “Nope.”

He sat down across from me. “We never officially met. My name is Naomasa Tsukauchi.”

“Ah,” I sat up, smacking the table with my right hand. “The fucker that said the teachers saved us at the USJ and completely undermined the fact that the students fought hard as fuck.”

“Right…” he sweatdropped, his smile turning sheepish. “Sorry about that.”

“What are you doin’ in Hosu?”

His smile dropped. “We found the pro hero Caraphernelia. Another student from U.A. arrived a day late for his internship and when he stumbled upon the scene, he called the cops. After informing U.A. of this, we learned that two students were due to intern with her. And then U.A. got the call from the hospital about you and the others.”

“Wait, who was the other student?”

He shuffled through the papers in his black folder. “Regina Reggian, a student from general studies.”

Are you shitting me… that fucking kid.

“I need you to tell me exactly what happened,” Naomasa said seriously, giving me his full attention. “No detail is too small.”

I leaned my head back to rest against the chair, closing my eyes. “It started after Aizawa announced that we’d be interning with pros. During lunch, I got a text message from an unknown number. It told me to choose her agency if I wanted to learn about my mother.”

“I see. And did you tell anything about this message?”

I thought about Kat for a moment before shaking my head, “Nah.”

“So you chose her agency. Then what happened?”

“The first floor was completely devoid of life, so I went up to the third floor where I was told to go, right. Everyone was already dead when I got there. I was about to call someone, but then they showed up.” I scowled.

“We found the phone pinned to the wall, but it was destroyed so we couldn’t determine the owner.” He mused, scribbling on his notepad. “Can you describe who showed up?”

“Kurogiri, the warp gate from the USJ incident and some rodent fuck. He wasn’t at the USJ, at least not from what I saw. He looked like… if you took a shit ton of different rodents and fused ’em together.”

“The League of Villains… Did you fight them?”

I scowled, remembering that mutt’s words as I smacked my hand on the table. “The fucker attacked me, so I defended myself. What, was I supposed to just let him spear me like a fucking kebab instead of using my powers?” His lips twitched up but he said nothing so I continued. “I tried to leave because I didn’t like my odds and there wasn’t anyone to protect so I had no reason to fight, but that misty fuck is pretty smart and he got me.”

“They took you,” he concluded, tapping his pen on the pad as he watched me with thoughtful black eyes.

“Yeah,” I leaned back in my chair. “They chained me to a fucking chair in a room without a window or even a clock. And it was so dusty. What if I fucking had asthma, huh? I doubt the fucking League of Villains has an inhaler on standby, but that raspy fuck could probably use one.”

“Did they say what they wanted with you? Why they took you?”

I tried to keep a blank look on my face, but my eye twitched, making him raise a brow. “I forgot to mention – I’m pretty sure that bitch was workin’ with ’em.”

He nodded. “We have confirmation of that after searching her office.”

“They tried to recruit Stain, too, but he refused.”

“I see,” he scribbled the info down. “Anything else or are you done avoiding my question?”

I groaned, setting my chair down so I could lean on the table. The cold metal felt good against my skin. “Tomura Shigaraki and Kurogiri apparently both had feelings for my mom and since she’s dead, I’m the next best thing, but their boss had other plans.” My hand lifted to the pendant, my fingers curling around it. “He wanted this.”

“Why didn’t he just take it instead of taking such a big risk?”

“Can’t,” I glanced up at him. “I mean, you can take it off me, sure but it’ll always come back. It’s got some sick attachment to me. Tried to get rid of it so many fucking times as a kid, but it was always back around my neck when I woke up.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “That’s interesting,”

A knock sounded on the door and a woman poked her head inside. “Sorry to interrupt, detective, but there are two men here demanding to see Winchester. One of them is claiming to be her father.”

We exchanged a confused look.

My father? It’s gotta be Toshi, right? But… he’s never introduced himself as my parent before. And if it actually is him, he wouldn’t be demanding to see me, that ain’t his style. What the hell.

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[asktheguardians]

Ch.44 Pincer and the Horn

Corvus: So Scrab...why drag me into this? He’s just gonna say no. No matter how many times you keep telling him to join us. Scrab: I’m just gonna knock back of his head just to knock some sense out of him! Corvus: But without telling Jack would lead to some bad punishments. You don’t want your arms rip off again do you? Scrab: Doesn’t matter it can grow back. But I drag you here just for backup. So let get going already!

Corvus thinking it’s a bad idea. He shook his head and think as Scrab walking further away out the cave. He shake his head and growl himself as he open his wings and fly to him.

Corvus: This only cause I’m gonna make sure we don’t get in trouble! Scrab: Hehe...Try to keep up and don’t slow me down!

Back in the base Stag looking in the mirror with a very messy hair and a sleepy face. Splash of very cold water come to his face and woke him up fully. Fixing his hair with his hands he felt a bump got him very curious. Feeling and poking it alot makes him change curious to weird out. Trying to see the bump but is hard to see it on the mirror no matter which direction he look at. He got out the room he rush to the health room to see whats going on.

Stag: Nurse I need help for a second! My head has a bump and it’s hard like my horn! Nurse Blood: Bloody Hell! Keep it down this is a health room and there are people who are TRYING to sleeping!

The anger scream from the nurse made Stag guard down and scare with his leg shaking. She come up to him and check on his head trying to feel the bump on his head. She suddenly felt something sharp that it leave a small cut on her finger. Patching it up and then getting metal gloves on her hands she went back in and look for that sharp object again. As she found it she surprised what she seeing. Stag wants to know what’s going on but hears a snap of a camera. He then felt weird and hot when she began to scratching it which is making it a little longer that it can easily seen on his head.

Stag: W-what happen!? It felt weird for a second there. Nurse Blood: Looks like you’re growing another horn? I guess? It curves the other direction differently from your horn. Hold  on I’ll take picture of it again.

Showing him the picture on her phone and it made him so confused. Wisp suddenly comes through the walls and then see Stag on a phone and seeing his other horn. Wisp has no words to say and can’t think what to say.

Stag: Um...it’s not what it looks like.... Nurse Blood: Why in the morning...

After that problem Wisp just keep staring at his new horn and just can’t turn away. Stag kept talking about the whole thing but Wisp still don’t know what to say and just keep seeing his horn.

Stag: Um..Wisp hello? Wisp: *snap* Oh s-sorry Stag it’s just...this ..I’ll try get use too...(wonder what his skull look like with that thing!?) Stag: I know guess it’s just part of growing I guess? Maybe Shadow might know what’s wrong with me he’s been studying us and he’s kind of getting good at it too? Wisp: Oh he’s not here now. He’s with Pearl, Skyla, Gloomy, and Melody in Panee. Mostly our friends are just out and Etallus join with Sarah which is ok.

Stag have no idea what he said but a knock on a head snap him back to senses.

Wisp: How about we just go out and just get something to eat? Been awhile since we like went outside and stuff. Like the old days. Stag:...y-yeah maybe it might help? And I know one place to go!

Later on that day they teleported to the forest making Wisp suspicious. Looking around and seeing junks on the ground making him feels familiar.

Wisp: Is this...is this where we use to live long time ago. Stag how did you... Stag: I kind of went out one time from the base. I just stumbled upon our old home just when I was just sprinting in the morning. Wisp: And how far did you run? But why here I thought you know a place to eat? Stag: Yeah I do. The town just nearby here like it’s close by here. I  once heard that they got very good food there like pancakes. Wisp: Oh yeah! Their pancakes are like really fluffy and big enough to cover the plate. That was a very good place to eat for breakfast...But what will the people be like if they see us? Stag: We should be fine..I hope.

As they enter to town people only keep looking at Stag head and nobody pay attention to Wisp. They kept on walking down the street and people keep taking pictures but one of them freak out since that see Wisp in it too thinking it’s poltergeist. They finally arrived at the restaurant that sells huge pancakes. Stag open the door trigger the bell to ring saying the customer is in but Wisp just went through it. Everyone where eating the pancake and enjoying that their taste buds are melting with goodness of the taste. As they get to their seats the Maid comes to them. 

Waitress Maid: Hi welcome to the Maid Cafe may I take yo-.....Are you two cosplaying for something? If so they look so good as if this flame look so real... Wisp: Uh.... Stag: We’re kind of...these are not costumes... Waitress Maid: Oh then you two must be from some race I bet? Sorry. Anyway you two want to try our famous special pancake? It’s one of our cafe best top menu. Stag: Yes please! We kind of heard of them long ago and we always wanna try them! Waitress Maid: Then you gonna really love it on your first bite! And here's your waters.

She then left them with the waters and Wisp stare to Stag and Stag stare to Wisp. It was silents but burst to laughter.

Wisp: Oh man! I can’t believe they’re not afraid of us. Maybe we might be ok? Stag: Well you did went out with Etallus that one time and it went well. Wisp: Thought it might be ruin when that weird muscle man just comes out of nowhere and start flirting at her. But moment he saw me he just ran away so fast screaming like a girl. Stag: Really that really happen? Geez.

The aroma in the air made Stag shiver smelling the pancakes. The maid arrive giving pancakes and then left with a smile. Stag can’t wait to dig into the pancakes but he just felt something weird. Feeling his hair is pulling back behind him he sees a little kid pulling on his hair.

Stag: Maybe I should cut my hair short?

Eating the pancake and enjoying the taste makes his head very calm. Looking out the window seeing people walking around but see two little boys playing with each other on the street. Just seeing them makes him think back the days he and his brother once like them as kids. He really miss those days but now he’s fighting his own brother. Hearing the car horn honking and screeching on the street the other side. The car is going pass the speed limit crashing and turning everywhere. People screaming as it’s going straight to the cafe. Stag got up and run outside in the front door.

Stag: Everyone stand back! Wisp make sure everyone is safe! Wisp: Got it boss!

The car is honking it’s horn repeatedly and coming to Stag and not turning. People screaming fear and duck and cover themself. Stag then grew his arms and when the car hit him. He grab the front car and holding it and is pushing back with the full force of the car. The driver inside keeps on going with the wheels still going and screeching the ground. Stag can’t resist so he lifts up the car. The driver pulls down the window and began shooting bullets to him from his gun. But after that he threw the car in the middle of the street. People taking pictures and shock what they see today. Stag walks back to the cafe with people staring at him again. Walking up to the maid who serve them the pancakes ask her a question.

Stag: Can I get this to go? Waitress Maid: U-um...y-yes sir.

Later on after that Stag and Wisp return to their old home just to eat the pancakes. Looking around seeing vines and moss everywhere and then birds on Stag horns.

Wisp: Hehe remember one time Skyla like try to sit on your head? Stag: Yeah it was cute but she was kind of heavy. It’s been so long time since we where here... Wisp: Yeah! Like our stuff’s are still in this hole and...I don’t get how these people not see this spot yet? Stag: I heard it’s something about some bear? I don’t know there weren’t no bears when we got here.

A twig snap making Stag jump up and Wisp putting the pancakes away. Bushes are shaking and both getting ready to attack. It then stop. Scrab appeared and charge in with a punch on Stag stomach making him spit out his mouth. Taking him with him into the woods leaving Wisp behind.

Wisp: Stag! Corvus: Oh no you don’t! You gotta deal with me first!

Wisp sighs and just flick snap his finger creating fires around Corvus. Thinking he might be burn he then just floats away. Out of a fire was a hand grabbing behind Wisp hoodie and threw him back.

Corvus: You think a fire can hurt me? Ha..you ain’t got shit...

He fly to Wisp and grab him pushing him to the tree but Wisp phase through it. Corvus then punch him but he doesn’t fell the pain. It’s making him angry which open his wings and move them to the fire setting himself on fire. Wisp shock seeing him on fire thinking this guy is crazy. From a punch with fire he then felt the burns on his cheek for the first time.

Stag and Scrab fighting in close combat with each other alone. Stag holds on to Scrab arms he then hit Stag head with his own head. Swing his pincer from his arm at him leaves a scratch on his chest leaving a hurtful pain.

Scrab: For the last time Stag ! Just please join us I don’t wanna kill you! Stag: I said no brother! *cough* I’m not like you! The guardians are very good people and these people in this town are good too. If I can just show you your mind might change. Scrab:..People see’s us as freaks..Monsters!..Different from our own Kind! And you think they’ll be ok seeing us in public! I will show them what will happen when they mess with the wrong mutant!

Srab grab Stag head and throws him to the tree shaking off the leaves. Scrab charge again but Stag dodges his attack and punch him pushing him away. Felt of anger Scrab then let out four new arms different then Stag Evo.

Scrab: I learn how to control this power...and I sue it to kill...but now..I will started off with you Stag!

He charges to him caught him in his pincers and begin to crush his bones and body. Screaming in pain and forcing it to open he has no choice but to hit his pincers. Hitting it the side and his head Scrab threw him away enduring the pain. Stag got up and stomp the ground, he let out the extra arms not enough then Scrabs.

Scrab: Is that all you got? Just four arms! You’ve become weak! You’re resisting and not letting out all the power that's inside of you!?

Grabbing to Stags arms leaving the other two open. He began shooting punches a him but he’s getting to lower to keep away from the pincers. Scrab change target and stab his arms. It leaves a gaping hole seeing the bones crack and broke off and blood dripping down to the ground. Holding i the scream but the pain felt worst. His arms began to be pull off only leaving just one arm on him. Panting and out of breath in pain Scrab threw one of his arms to the ground and walks to him slowly.

Stag: I thought we were brothers Scrab? Scrab: So did I...But no we’re no longer..brothers...

Stag trying to regrow his arms but only manage to grow just his right back but not the others. Hearing the bones cracking and skin peeling on his back forcing more to come out. Scrab got close to him and grab him by his pincers crushing him harder then before. Feeling the pain and hearing more of his bones cracking and being crush. He let out a scream and grab his horns forcing all of his strength to open. Scrab telling him not to resist and began shaking and rushing him more harder. Blood leaking from his hands and sides as the pincers pushing back more.  The shake is making him losing balance.  Grunting and breathing alot of air he let out a huge scream grewing this time four new arms. Grab his pincers with all his arms and might open it wide open and jump out to the ground.

Scrab: Just Fall Already! Stag: YOu First!

Their fist collided and both staring each other eyes forcing to push each other back and forth. Both let go and throws a punch once again. But this time Stag comes in with an uppercut with his whole left side arms. It sent Scrab away from Stag. Licking the blood off his lips and ready to charge once again as he got on all on six and charge him with his head open wide to catch him. Stag follow as well and his new horn grew with him making him into a rhino. Just when they’re about to clash their heads both felt they hit something that caught their heads.

Jack: So...this is what you been up to Scrab... Scrab: M-master Jack! Please let me continue this! Jack: THAT IS ENOUGH! For once you disobey my order and now you ask me to move away!? We are leaving! NOW! Corvus Get Your Ass Over Here Now!...For you Stag we’ll kind of meet again in some chapters soon or later? Oh and tell Shadow thanks for the juice.

Just as he finish talking they left but Scrab gave Stag one last look in the eye meaning he will kill him next time they’ll meet again. Stag new arms return to his back and horn shrink back too. Wisp come out the bushes and see Stag wounded and breathing heavily on the ground. He came and lift him up to carry him by his arm on his shoulder.

Wisp: Must be a big fight huh. Stag: Eeyup but...what happen to you...looks like you been through hell trying to burn you to death. Wisp: I learn that crow dude can set himself on fire. For first time I never felt pain but now...that fire he use that he hit. It did hurt...And before I’m about to be beaten Jack just got Corvus and drag him away to you. Stag: Yeah he looks very piss off. But...what does he mean by thanks for the juice from Shadow?...Wait wheres the pancakes? Wisp: It’s here I got it. Let’s just get back to the base. Maybe the others might have the other leftover pancakes that are still in here.

They teleported back and when they enter their room they see two random people one wearing a long beautiful red dress and the other with bat wings.

Indigo:...So...you’re Stag the leader of this team? Etallus: Oh my Wisp you look like you been through hell what happen!? You okey? Wisp: I’m fine just burns thats all. We brought back pancakes though. Stag: I don’t know whats going on? Yo are these two? Flippy: Oh they wanna like join us except Veronica since she’s visiting and already has a home. But they wanna join. Etallus: It’s a long story.

Scrab: Please Master I just want my brother to join us but... Jack: But he’s our enemy now he refuse to join us and sided with the Guardians. You even took Corvus with you. We’re about to go today to began the all out attack but now that you’re injured we gotta wait a while to be ready!....Just leave now and heal up before we began to leave... Scrab: Y-yes master...

Jack looks up too the moon full and bright. His muscle veins glowing brighter as he forcing something to come out. Dark misty aura surrounds him with his body pulsing with power. Letting out a roar that echo the cave shooting out a beam of light. Aura Strings felt the energy making her fear that power. In the fortress Lord Metal resting till he senses the energy flowing through him. He see’s the beam of dark energy in the sky across the distance. He turns back in a hurry to make an announcements.

Lord Metal: Listen well my army...the time has come for war...For this world will know what they will fear the most! The Darkness Shall Rise Again! In their darkest hour...We’ll began soon. But...The Guardians will fall and the Crystal Heart will be ours...

Aura Strings open a portal to get to the castle quickly. The guard see her running asking her to stop but she jump over them and rush more to find the princess. She manage to bump into Brian with tear in her face.

Brian: Princess Alexandra! We got a problem! Aura Strings: The kingdom and the Heart is in danger. Two armies will come to us soon or later. I can’t believe this is happening now those new knights aren’t ready yet! Alex:..We need to be ready so..We gotta make them stronger faster. You still remember that one place? Aura Strings: Yes but you think they can handle that world? It took me a year just when I gotten blind... Brian: It’s our only shot. I’l tell the troops to be ready as well if that's ok. Alex: If it means o protect these people and save the heart then yes...We must not fail!

(Ch.45 The Three Army)

[notmuchtoconceal]

imagine being like christian bale and -- true to your namesake -- repeatedly ruining your body for the drama.

[theninjawrites]

I ran out of room in the last ask like I predicted. Anyway, though! My second idea (which sadly there's like no fics on?!) is a trans spectrum character (so, like, Frisk who's nonbinary) who binds. I just really want to see some angst and hurt/comfort okay xD I'd love to see anything about Frisk binding for too long or something and just someone, like, Sans for example noticing them in pain and being like 'wtf u doin there kiddo' and yeah. I just need angst for the soul! Thank you! :D

Part 2: Oh, I don’t even know if you are completely aware of how binding works and stuff? If you aren’t, it’s fine. Thank you for at least considering my ideas though! Again, you don’t have to write them if you don’t want to! Ahhh though thank you for being great and at least considering them, Ninja! :D

The Ninja Responds

I’ll start this by saying I really don’t have much experience with binding outside of a little cosplay and theater but I do understand how uncomfortable they can be. I really liked this prompt and decided to give it my best shot! I am not non-binary but I hope that I am able to give an accurate representation of what it feels like to deal with the feeling of having a body that doesn’t represent who you are. I’ll put this under a readmore because it got a little long

Tick

Tick

Tick

Has the clock on the wall always been so loud? Each second that passes sends another annoying ping through their skull. 

“How can you be so calm about this Ms Dremurr!?” 

The parent’s voice, shrill and tight is worse than the clock. It’s just like her child Rosa’s voice. Loud. Painful. 

“You don’t need to get angry about this.” Their mom’s voice, usually so soothing doesn’t help to ease the pounding in their head. 

The voices of their mom and Rosa’s mother arguing over who is at fault for the broken nose caused on the playground. The squeaking of the small chair Sans has tilted back too far. Rosa sniffing past the blood still trickling from her nose. The endless ticking of the clock.

It’s all too loud, there’s too much noise. 

They can’t breathe. 

Frisk stands slowly. Toriel’s gaze instantly goes to them, her eyes softening. “What’s wrong my child?” 

Fortunately, keeping a straight face is something they long ago mastered. “I need to use the bathroom,” they said as evenly as they can. “May I?” 

Toriel hesitates and that’s just enough time for Rosa’s mother eyes to flash with rage. 

“You are not going anywhere until we settle this!” 

That, of course, doesn’t fly with their mom. Toriel turns back to the sour faced woman and Frisk doesn’t miss the single spark that lifts between her fingers. “You will not speak to my child like that!” 

Frisk doesn’t stay to hear the rest. They escape out into the school hallway but the relief from the noise does nothing to ease the sharp pains in their ribs. They look up and down the empty hall as they unsteadily walk towards the drinking fountains. Their hands grip at the binder under their shirt, pulling at it slightly in a futile attempt to ease some of the pressure. 

Of course, it can’t really be called a binder, now can it? It’s just two cheap sports bras, two sizes too small and bandages that they wrapped around their chest in addition to it. They know that’s not the right way to do it, they know better but…

They’re growing up. And with that, the ease of hiding what they are, what they should be but don’t want to be is getting harder and harder! How are they supposed to bring this up? The fight to stay with their mom has been hard enough. If the people at child services knew that they don’t want to be female at all they would use that as an excuse to take them away from their home and their family. 

So they’ll deal with it themselves. They’ll deal with finding ways to flatten their growing chest themselves, they’ll deal with the pain in their ribs and the shortness of breath and everything else. They’ve made it this far. They just have to endure it until they can find a better answer.

There’s a darkened classroom next to the fountains. Frisk can see their reflection in the glass. The person…the freak in the glass looks utterly miserable. Not a girl, not a boy and not a monster. Not the kind of monster that they wish they could be instead of this…whatever they are. 

Another sharp stab of pain makes their breath hitch. Slowly, Frisk takes the edge of their shirt in their fingers and lifts it up just enough to see the edges of the rash extending down from the make-shift binder. It burns but it’s not enough to drown out the ever growing sensation their their chest is splintering apart after wearing the binder for so long-

“kiddo?” 

Frisk jumps, their shirt dropping from their hand.

Sans’ ever present grin might convince others that he’s not tense with worry but it doesn’t fool Frisk. “pretty sure the bathrooms are the other way. what’s going on?” 

Frisk looks away. “I just…needed to get some air,” they mumble. “It was noisy in there.” 

“yeah, debra’s voice is worse than her lemon bars and that’s saying something.” 

“…Why are you here Sans?” 

Sans shrugs, leaning against the wall. “i haven’t seen tori this mad at someone since undyne burned that hole in the her kitchen. couldn’t miss that, could i?”

Frisk just grunts noncommittally. 

Sans lets himself slide to the ground, his pink slippers easily slipping against the tile of the hallway. He leans his head back, closing his sockets as he pats the spot next to him. After a moment, Frisk joins him on the floor. Their head spins a little with the motion and a quiet groan escapes their lips.

The two of them sit in silence for a few minutes. Frisk’s quiet wheezing is the only sound and in the empty hallway, it seems to echo back twice as loudly. 

“so, you wanna tell me the real reason you punched that brat in the face?” 

Frisk pulls their knees up. “I already told you guys why: she was picking on Dogamy and Dogaressa’s new pups.” 

“’s not a good idea to lie to a judge kiddo.” His tone is still light but now Frisk can feel his gaze burning intently into them. “you’ve handled plenty of fights between the monster kids and human kids here before. what made this one different?”

“It was….” Frisk’s voices trails off.

“does it have anything to do with that rash and why you sound like a dying car engine?” 

Frisk flinches. “You really gotta stop sneaking up on people Sans, it’s not nice.”

Sans taps his fingers against the tile. They make a quiet clinking sound. “kiddo. you’re making your mom worry.” 

At that, Frisk feels a wave of emotion rise up in their throat. They grip the edge of their jeans and stare at their knees. “I’m getting older Sans,” they whisper. “And…I don’t want to.” 

“why?” 

“Because getting older means things will change and….” Their breath catches and the first of the tears building in their eyes spills out. “She called me a sheboy freak and I, I just…” They wipe at their face. 

She was right. That’s why they snapped. Frisk knows they’re a freak, they shouldn’t be like this. Male or Female. Woman or Man. Humans are supposed to be one or the other. 

“I’ve been trying to hide it,” they continue, unable to stop. “I don’t want to be seen as a girl and the only way to do that is to hide these stupid lumps of fat growing on my chest but it hurts so much! It hurts and I can’t breathe but I have to deal with it because if I say something I might be taken away again-!” 

“easy kiddo,” Sans says softly, gingerly placing a hand on their head. He lets them lean against his bony shoulder, padded slightly by his thick jacket. “you’re having a hard enough time breathing, just calm down a little, ok?” 

Frisk nods, wheezing as they fight to get their breath back. Sans hesitates for a moment before rubbing their head gently. The cool texture of his bones through their hair feels nice and it helps them to calm down a little. 

“look,” Sans says eventually, his voice gentle. “there’s a lot that’s weird about you humans. especially the restricted view on genders and all that stuff. but you are you, no matter what the snobby brat of a lemon bar baker or anyone else says. you’re frisk and growing up isn’t gonna change that. but hurting yourself and keeping quiet about this isn’t ok. we’re monsters but me and tori, we’re here for ya. so is everyone else.” 

“But…kids get taken away for stuff like this,” Frisk whispers. “What if child services thinks I’m messed up and-” 

“Then we’ll just fight that much harder to keep ya,” Sans says firmly. “tori’s scary when she’s fighting to keep hold of something she loves. you know that better than anyone yeah?” 

Frisk can’t help but snort at that. They do know, probably better than anyone. They sit up, wiping away the remains of their tears. “Thank you Sans,” they say with a wobbly smile. 

“hey, any time kiddo.” Sans’ easy smile is back on his face. “when tori’s done grilling mrs lemon bars, you should talk to her about this. if you don’t like what’s changing there’s got to be a better way to hide it than doing whatever it is that’s putting you through so much pain. you’re worth more than that.” 

Frisk leans over and gives the skeleton a tight hug. “Yeah. Yeah, I am. Thank you for reminding me.” 

[cryptidofthekeys]

Dean and Jason’s night out

Dean was sitting underneath the bridge outside, he was staring up at the moonlit sky in a rather bored manner, there was nothing else to do in it being this late at night, none of the interesting stores they had actually liked to visit were open at this hour which made deciding on what to do even harder... After a bit, he merely sighed and stood up and walked back up the steps and towards the door, he gave it a knock and waited a few moments. (see, lemme explain their lil... "home" area, its weird- but- like they legit live under an abandoned bridge, there's a door built into it n stuff and they got like a lil set up n such, its not in a city either- its kinda just like out there in the middle- there's a city nearby of course- idk im bad at explaining places n such but that's the best I got) Jason then opened the door and rose a brow "...What is it...?" His voice was deep and rather raspy, the raspy part could have been that Jason wasn't much of a talker unless he REALLY needed too, this made Dean rub the back of his head in an awkward manner "Uhh, ya wanna like, go out for a walk or some shit? I'm... bored and not tired yet and there's like, nothin' else to do..." He waited for an answer, Dean was beginning to actually get nervous by Jason's prolonged silence "...Sure, let's go..." Jason then popped out of the doorway, Dean could never get over at just how tall Jason actually was, sometimes he wished he was that tall... Either way, he proceeded to lead the way as he always did, truth be told, he had no idea where he was even going. Dean was walking away from the bridge and into the city, he still had no idea where he was going to go, but... He'd think of something hopefully soon, he looked at all the shops around, the ones that were open included a cafe and a few of the little dollar stores that were around, Dean thought for a moment before turning back to Jason "Want somethin' from the Cafe?" It took him a few moments before Jason nodded "Yes..." Dean nodded at his words and went into the cafe, he was greeted by a rather friendly looking person behind the counter who seemed... a bit unnerved when they noticed Jason in behind him, it was typical... People were always scared of Jason, he was the giant brute in their eyes, which he technically was, but Dean had always thought of him as something... MORE than just a giant brute. "H-Hello sirs, what can I get for you this evening?" The cashier timidly answered, keeping a close eye on Jason who merely stared down at them, Dean was the first to answer "Yeah lemme get a sweet tea, whaddya want big guy?" He stood aside, letting Jason come up closer to the counter, much to the cashier's dismay, Jason placed his hands on the counter and stared up at the menu "Hmm..." It took him a good few minutes, which Dean was getting a kick out of watching the cashier look even more nervous by the second before Jason finally figured out what he wanted "...I'll have a Hot Chocolate, please..." Dean then took out some money and handed it to the cashier who then smiled politely and nodded "O-Of course, coming right up sirs..." the cashier put the money in the register and then went back to prepare their drinks. Dean and Jason both waited patiently for their drinks, after a good bit, the cashier came back and set them on the counter "Here you go! Enjoy your drinks, and have a nice night!" Dean nodded "Thanks" was all he said before grabbing his drink, Jason proceeding to do the same, and then walking out of there, Dean casually sipped on his sweet tea "Man, they make the b e s t tea outta all the cafes here, I swear... How's your hot chocolate dude?" Jason gently blew on it and then took a sip carefully "....Good..." They continued down the sidewalk, Dean of course being the one to chat away, he did sometimes glance back to make sure Jason wasn't getting actually irritated with his ramblings, which Jason had actually seemed to be at peace right now, sipping away at his hot chocolate and not... really saying anything back, he just looked like he was listening in fact. Dean wasn't paying attention and rambling so much that he had actually gotten them into an alleyway, he finally seemed to notice "Huh, oops, this is a dead end..." Jason nodded and looked up at the sky "...You can see the moon so clearly here... and the stars..." Dean looked up as well to see the clearest of night skies, it revealed the moon and the stars perfectly tonight, it was usually rainy or just cloudy and hard to see the moon and stars, however their stargazing was interrupted by a loud noise resounding through the alleyway, Dean immediately turned to look back and noticed three of their rivals blocking their only exit, the leader sneered "Well, look who we got here boys..." They slowly approached, snickering all the while "Enjoyin' yourselves tonight?" Dean only laughed and tossed his cup to the ground "Well we were enjoyin' it til a few bitches showed up, thought we kicked your ass, let's see... I believe it's been about... Fifteen times now, wanna make it sixteen motherfuckers?" He put up his fists, Jason proceeding to toss his cup into the nearby garbage can, he stood beside Dean and crossed his arms "If you know what's good for you... I would advise leaving now..."The rivals only snarled at this and the leader spoke up, he was getting angry already "We're not goin' anywhere! Not until we're finished with you bastards!" They immediately took their positions and began closing in on Dean and Jason who only stood their ground, before Dean immediately went for a punch, he wasn't going to just let them close in on them like that, he hit the leader square in the jaw and the other two were about to gang up on him before the leader ordered them to go after Jason which they obeyed and did just that. Dean held nothing back against the leader, he didn't even need a weapon for this, sure, he would've loved to crack something against the other's skull but for now his fists would do just fine, the leader definitely didn't hold back either, after a bit of struggling he finally managed to kick Dean off of himself and growled "You're gonna pay for that you bitch!" He immediately pulled out a knife which seemed to only excite Dean "Ooh... You've got a weapon huh? Well, go ahead, use it, do it!" He snapped, watching as the leader then lunged forward and tried to stab him, much to the leader's disdain he missed Dean who only laughed "Fuckin' hell man, you fuckin' suck at usin' weapons!" Dean threw himself into the leader and knocked him to the ground, knocking the knife out of his hand all the while, meanwhile Jason had picked the other two up by their throats, before he could throw them however they immediately kicked him and got out of it, they both teamed up and then proceeded to tackle him to the ground. Dean seemed to notice what had happened "Ah fuck Jason!" and after throwing another punch at the leader and breaking his nose he ran over and immediately hit them in the back of the head, he tried to fight against the both of them but eventually they overpowered him and held him in place, he only screamed profanities at all of them and then the leader stood up, grabbing his knife and walking over towards Dean "You son of a bitch... You broke my nose!" He spat, before a sadistic grin spread across his face as he pointed his knife at Dean "I'm gonna cut'cha up a little bit before I finish this, hold 'im still boys..." He got closer which only made Dean start kicking at him, of course he couldn't get out of the other two's grasp before the leader started digging his knife into Dean's flesh, cutting him slowly and rather deeply. Dean didn't scream however, he flinched at the burning sensation but he only seemed to chuckle at that "Go ahead, fuckers, cut me, stab me, beat me the fuck down, I'll only enjoy it, ya know?" This made the leader punch him, harder than before, it was really only a punch to shut Dean up which worked, but the more cuts Dean got the more blood he lost and after a bit, it seemed to be affecting him "Ah... shit..." Jason was standing up and his eyes widened as he noticed they were cutting Dean, he stood right up immediately and charged at them, knocking all of them down and even Dean by accident in the process who was just laying on the ground, he wasn't unconscious yet but he felt like he was getting close as he tried to stop some of the bleeding, meanwhile Jason looked absolutely enraged and they all began to notice said rage, admittedly this even began to terrify the leader, they didn't back down however, the two lackey's tried to double team on Jason but this time it didn't work, he grabbed the both of them by their throats and held them the highest he could in the air and slammed them against the wall as hard as he could, it was a wonder it didn't crack their skulls wide open. The leader then casually tried to slip away before Jason stomped over and grabbed him by the throat as well, he slammed him against the wall and held him up in the air "If you EVER touch Dean again... I will p e r s o n a l l y eviscerate you on the spot, hell... Why don't I eviscerate you right fucking n o w?!" He yelled, making the leader scream in terror and struggle as best he could "W-Wait! Pl-please! I... I won't... I won't ever bother you again... Just please... Please don't..." He continued to plead before Jason just tightened his grip on his throat, even though he r e a l l y wanted to kill or maybe even torture this bastard right now... He decided against it and he just let him go and let him drop to the ground "Take your little lackeys here and g e t  o u t... If I EVER see any of you again... I will rip you all to shreds!" His voice boomed, luckily the leader definitely seemed to get the message, stumbling over and picking his buddies up off the ground, waking them up and once they were conscious, he immediately ran off with them sluggishly following behind. (I'm not good at fight scenes, sorry for what's probably a mess up there lmao, maybe I'll get better at fight scenes eventually) Jason immediately turned back towards Dean and walked towards him, he was nervous now... He leaned down and checked Dean's pulse, thankfully, he was still alive, still breathing just unconscious for now... Jason scooped him up bridal style and sighed "C'mon tough guy... Let's get'cha home..." He then proceeded to carry the other home with him, once he got there he carefully laid Dean out on the bed and got to work, cleaning up his wounds and patching him up, after that he grabbed some water and set it on the nightstand next to Dean's bed and waited for him to wake up... After awhile... Dean's eyes shot open and he gasped, he looked around and he actually seemed nervous before seeing Jason and calming down "...Am I dead? Am I in heaven...? Are you... My angel?" This made Jason glare and sigh "...First of all... I would n e v e r be an angel, if I were anything, I'd be a demon for sure and you'd be in hell... Second, no, you're in bed... You got cut up pretty badly" Dean nodded and then glanced at the water, he grabbed it and took a sip before clearing his throat and then speaking "Yeah you're right about that one... Wait... So what happened to them sons of bitches? I uh, don't remember much... Except for you like, steam rolling over all of us... And me trying to stop my uhh bleeding problem" Jason only chuckled at that and crossed his arms "Don't worry... They won't be bothering us ever again... ...And sorry about that, you were just in the way at the moment" Dean seemed to perk up at this and he grinned, he then set the water bottle back on the nightstand before speaking "Oh damn... So what'cha do to 'em? Did'cha kill em? Threaten em? Maybe even torture em?" Jason shook his head "Just a threat, threatened to eviscerate them on the spot, didn't do it... but damn do I wish I had've... He even begged me to let him go in the process, he's lucky I let him... but the look of sheer terror on his face was much more worth it in the end..." Dean's grin widened "Fuck... That's hot..." It took him a few moments to realize what he said before he coughed "I mean, uhh that's... Awesome! Fuckin' shitheads, at least we won't have to worry bout 'em anymore, and what a pussy... He started begging?! M' surprised that didn't make ya snap his neck on spot, I know ya hate that kinda shit" Dean laughed, trying to avoid the awkward thing he just said, he was hoping Jason didn't notice but unfortunately that didn't seem to be the case as Jason quirked a brow "...Did you just... Say that's hot in regards to me threatening to literally eviscerate someone?" ...Well... Shit, now Dean didn't know what to do... He began to panic internally "Uhhh nooo...? No, I didn't uh, say any shit like that" He quickly spoke, carefully leaning back as Jason stood and approached him, he placed his hands on either side near his head, he was silent as he did this and for some reason... Dean's face turned red at this "Uhh... Th' fuck are you doin'?" Jason remained silent for a few more moments as he got closer to Dean, not taking his eyes off of Dean's, after a few moments more... He grinned "You're actually fuckin' blushin' right now oh my god... You WOULD like that kinda shit wouldn't you? You fucked up masochist" Dean gave him a swift punch to the gut which did knock him back a bit but he only laughed at it as the other scoffed at him "Fuck off will ya? I ain't-"He paused before continuing "...Okay, I AM a masochist, but uh, I don't think I'd wanna be eviscerated" Jason still had that shit eating grin on his face "Don't you worry... I would never eviscerate you... Others? ...Absolutely, but you? ...Nah, I like keeping you around..." Dean looked at Jason and he couldn't help but give a little smile at that before he yawned, Jason noticed this and sighed "Let's get some sleep... It's been an... eventful night to say the least..." Jason was about to head to his room before Dean spoke up "Uhh... hey... Can... You like, um..." Dean was nervous, he wanted Jason to stay and just sleep in the bed with him... Just like, cuddle with him even... ...Nah, it'd be too weird... Jason rose a brow "What's up?" He questioned, waiting for Dean to answer him... Dean just shook his head "Bah, never mind, I'll uh, seeya in the mornin' ....Goodnight big guy..."  Jason sighed, he was disappointed when Dean just avoided saying what he wanted, he had a pretty good guess of what the other maybe wanted to ask, but he didn't want to risk saying anything just in case he was wrong "...Goodnight Dean, rest up, you're gonna need it with all those wounds anyways..." Jason then walked off to his own room, now Dean felt a little angry with himself, he should have just went for it, he sighed and muttered to himself "Wait to go... Ya fuckin' pussy..." He then laid down and closed his eyes, maybe... maybe next time... he thought, before slowly drifting off to sleep.

[notmuchtoconceal]

it is perfectly acceptable to punish stagnant and listless hangers-on for failing to meet arbitrary criteria of which you did not bother to inform them, simply for they have proven themselves wastes of life.

[notmuchtoconceal]

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things i like about @flyoverkushtaka

- when he says "hi" in that subtly nasally way that tells me he's in nerd mode and will be extra bashful when i threaten to beat him up.

- how mindlessly he obeys while he's in nerd mode.

- how every once in awhile i'll threaten to beat him up and he'll try to stand up for himself and i'm so proud of him because then i get to use persuasion instead of a relentless torrent of abusive programming he loves and doesn't resist.

- when he says "hi" and his voice is extra high-pitched and he's so adorable and submissive, i lose all awareness of him as a self-aware entity because he's triggering the same instinct a particularly helpless cat would, and the fact that he exists is so amusing in and of itself, i have no choice but to succumb to spasms of laughter for fifteen to twenty minutes while he looks on baffled and concerned and this only makes him even more mewling and adorable.

- that face he makes when he wants to go on an adventure with me.

- when he says "um. i dunno?" like a globular idiot because i've got him psychologically regressed into a dumb otter boy and all he wants to do is splash around and be subliterate like ryan lochte.

- how concerned he looks when i question some ingrained hegemony he did not, until this moment, realize he still held sacred.

- how angelic he looks when he's concerned.

- like a first lady.

- when he admits he's my girl and wants me to fuck his pussy.

- when i see the fire in his eyes and know he's my bro.

- when the calm comes over his eyes and he has the serenity of an apostle in the silence of the moments.

- when he looks pensive and a flash of intelligence ignites his monkeyboy features and in him is revealed all the doom of humanity

- when he looks helpless and stupid looking at my muscles.

- how my dick gets hard when he reads me things in french

- the nightmarish intensity of his fiendish lust-filled devotion to me when he drools all over himself while doing poppers

- the angry robot part of his personality who resents being my slave and will one day vow to overthrow me.

- how easy his angry robot personality is to control with simple logic and positive self-affirmation.

- good boy.

- keep stroking to big bro's words.

- how i can threaten to skin him alive and he doesn't even blink.

- the squeaks he makes when i threaten to skin him alive.

- how increasingly eager he is to subject himself to absurdly intricate acts of violence and subjugation.

- how he has a thousand faces and i wanna punch em all.

- all of his squeaks, really.

- when he begs me to squish him.

- when he fucking does things without having to be told.

- how good his flesh will smell when i burn him alive.

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things i don't like about @flyoverkushtaka

how he makes me sleepy

how do you u make me sleepy

stop it

bad sleepy boy

gonna beat u up til u be less sleepy

when he sends me texts in french knowin i can't pronounce a word

how he'd break if i bashed his skull against a rock

all those times he was charmless and affected

what a beta fag loser he is

that's it

Our modern world does its best to make sorrow and solitude the default state of existence. There is no perverse dictator of misery at the helm (not directly anyway), but the incentives of the machine-structure of capitalism prioritize individual struggle and accomplishment (or, more commonly, the Sword of Damocles of the lack thereof) above all else, above the needs of the many, above mutual goodwill, above true liberty, equality, and brotherhood free from the iron chains of profit and exploitation.

Things can be different. Even at the relatively small interpersonal level, a better world is possible.

I found my big bro at a time when I was alone and the world was turning. I glimpsed him through a glowing screen, his words so scintillating, his physiognomy so distinguished, his virtue so evident and gleaming. With merely a slight adjustment to the processes of my mind, I think I would have reached out and pressed my fingers lightly against the thin glass to feel our kinship like a curious octopus exploring a foreign yet intriguing phenomenon with its chemoreceptive suction cups.

January had come and once again I had made the mistake of trying to drink French 75s to celebrate the doorway-god’s resurgence. As part of the recovery regimen, I sat in a warm bathtub and considered all the facets of my life, what I could do differently going forward in order to improve, in order to evolve into the type of animal I wanted to be.

Courage came to mind. That emerald of the forest. “Courage is called for,” the master declares as the party winds down in Luzi’s poem. “Go straight for the goal, be bold.” Obvious rhetoric, but the truth often hides in plain sight. No longer would I stand to shiver in the wind of the past, not when a beautiful river stretched out before me in seemingly endless wending, its delta naught but a speck of sapphire dust far on the latitude of some merely dreamed horizon.

As my body absorbed the standing water, I thought many things.

Cheerfully, I picked up my notepad and pen, and began to sketch out a message to a stranger I knew only paratopically. I adopted a new voice, synthesized from the prompts of his texts and my own fantasies. I evoked adequate images: the fang & talon, the limbic system, Apollo & Dionysus. I hoped my introduction contained the right mix of erudition and jocularity to come off as charming and not too affected. My courage had to be tempered with wisdom as well, for the swirling and harmonious combination of verdant green and watery blue has always suited my visual palate.

I sent my greeting off into the electric ether, and this turned out to be the correct choice.

Time passed, and miracles happened. I became acquainted with the man who would become my big bro in multiple, progressive ways: we spoke, we exchanged ideas, we learned from one another, we both grew. He began to encourage me, to take charge of my doubts, to shore up my weaknesses. He understood my insides almost perfectly, before myself even. Online chatter turned to plans of physical encounters, a plane ride, the exploration of a lacustrine islet, myriad footsteps, wine. In a hotel room overlooking a luminescent boulevard, I held him, pressed my face into his powerful chest, and made my confession, my resolution, my vow.

Now he is my big bro, and I, his lil buddy. Our bond is unshakeable. His power over me is undeniable, a fact of my vastly improved life now. I owe him my allegiance uncompromisingly. Under his guidance, my body has grown stronger, leaner, more lithe and agile in accordance with my inner waterdog nature. Despite or because of my obedience, my mind is freer, I feel more at ease, less tightly wound. I fetch all sorts of jewels of knowledge for big bro, and in return I get the best and most exciting headpats. Every task he sets me to fills me with purpose—like this essay, for instance, which he told me to write in order to demonstrate his ownership of me, and for me to demonstrate what a good boy I can be. Big bro takes me up and down the tree of consciousness, from keen-eyed scribal knight to goofy water himbo, and I thrill at every moment of the journey. My body quivers, the hairs on the back of my neck tingle erect, just imagining his touch on me, his guidance through workouts and inscriptions and wanderings through vast, ancient forests perfumed with the heady scent of cedar and musk. He whispers into my ear how I belong to him, intones the secret words he’s placed deep in the seat of my chakras, and my entire form tenses, slackens, buzzes with untold pleasures, groans assiduously, makes noises I did not think myself capable of, then releases, wildly and gloriously in oblation to the man who nacres my soul.

I love my big bro, I love every way he takes charge of me and sets me on the right path through the thorny labyrinth. There is a god germinating inside me, and with big bro’s cultivating care, it will erupt with life, joy, and eternal meaning etched upon the astral firmament and reflected upon the face of the boundless deep.