#anyway yeah. purple hyacinths right?

[artuurle]

(AU)

What if you died and something divine loved you so much it couldn't cope with that fact? What if they tried bringing you back but the result was wrong?

More doodles + rambles below:

Now What if what came back was just off. Looks at the divine without the memories that went back decades. It looks, behaves and works in a way just off enough in a way to make the god unable to look at it. it's not you. it's not. it can't be.

.... but what if what got pulled back was still you, but its- YOU'RE wrong and broken in ways you cant understand anymore.

The apocalypse draws closer and closer and you don't know why every day that passes you seem to be falling more and more apart too. The god is gone. You are alone.

....Anyway yeah i fucked up a perfectly normal Lovestory Au. i gave it anxiety is what i did. sorry for horrid typing in 2nd person trying to explain stuff im bad at explaining <3 i draw, not write for a reason lol.

[sahrii]

hii can i get a posy bouquet with 9 purple hyacinths? i’d love to give it to atsumu :) you can choose fem or gn reader it doesnt matter to me!

I'm stupid !

atsumu miya x fem!reader

warnings! enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, atsumu being stupid (like always), also atsumu being so downbeat but fumbling, reader does hate or like him but he annoyed her, cussing, word vomit I lowk don't like how I wrote this sorry guys. word vomit 😭.

word count! 1234 words.

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

the squeaks of worn-out sneakers bewilderingly echoed across the walls of the gym hall. the sound of balls hitting the walls, the floor and the palms of many different hands all at the same time created an uproar of chaos confined within four big walls. and a whistle was all it took for it to come to a halt. 

“good work guys! That’s enough for today” the coach semi-yelled. “I’ll see you next time tomorrow for the afternoon practice match,” the squeaks of the same sneakers started yet again but came out a little softer than before, then began fading away as the players trickled out of the doors. 

you began gathering the volleyballs peppered across the gym’s floor and putting them back into their designated carts. it wasn’t the most exciting thing, but nonetheless, it was your job. 

with careful footsteps, you started moving the first wheeled cart back into the storage room which was across from the lockers. as you are pushing the cart,  you heard loud murmurs of complaints from what seemed like the new freshmen in the team. 

“seriously, what’s so great about him anyway?” one of the freshmen muttered.

“yeah,” another chimed in. “i don’t get it. dude acts like he owns the team just ’cause he’s the coach’s favourite,”

“right? the guy thinks he’s hot shit just ‘cause he can serve,” a third voice added, accompanied by a snicker. “bet he spends more time on his hair than he does practicing.”

your footsteps abruptly stopped. it was an involuntary move. you didn’t know why you stopped, but you did. and it didn’t take a genius to figure out who they were talking about. 

atsumu miya was who they were talking about. atsumu miya who wasn’t particularly someone you got along with. atsumu miya who’s voice dripped with eery sarcasm every time he spoke to you. atsumu miya who you thought was good looking, but sometimes, looks are not the only thing that matters. 

your hands gripped the cart’s handle tighter. you cleared your throat and thought about it. you thought about how this was probably a bad idea, how atsumu didn’t even deserve any kind of defense from you. about if they were talking about you, you’d turn and leave. why were you even about to say something? why were you going to tell them to shut up? you considered walking away, but you couldn’t. 

“you there,” you called out with a steady, almost indifferent voice. but in reality you were annoyed. you almost picked up a ball from the many you had in the cart and swung it at one of their pity faces. 

they all slightly jumped back, snapping their necks towards you. “y—yes?” one of them answered. 

“help me out with this instead of talking crap about your senior whos’ been working his ass off for a few years now,” you began. you were annoyed. you didn’t know why, but you were.

“uh—we didn’t—”

“you’re in the same team,” you added, patience wearing thin. “help me out with the balls, there are still some left in the gym hall, I need to go collect the water bottles,” your tight grip on the handle was released. your heels turned to walk away from them. Once you reached the quiet gym hall, where nothing but your beating heart can be heard, she leaned onto the wall. you placed a hand on your chest and let out a shaky breath.

you weren’t a confrontational person, not usually, at least. so why had you defended atsumu like that? why did you let their words get to you? you didn’t know the answer, and yet, your heart was still pounding, like it might burst right out of your chest.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

for some reason, after the incident,  atsumu miya decided to live rent free in your head. Him—or the thought of him—accompanied you on way too many occasions for your own liking. Lingering at night till the very last moments your eyes decide to give in to sleep. Greeting you on both bright and gloomy mornings the moment your eyes fly wide open. You started noticing things you’d give absolutely no mind to on normal days. But normal days are never coming back. 

You started noticing how the sleeve of his shirt tightly hung around his bicep. How he’d run his fingers through his hair after every ball he served. How his earthy eyes become accompanied with a hint of gold and shooting stars every time the palm of his hand touched a ball. 

You started noticing things and you didn’t particularly like that. You found yourself staring a little longer than usual and you didn’t particularly like that. You started hearing your heart whispering encrypted murmurs that you couldn’t even decipher, and you didn’t particularly like that. you were confused and slightly irritated and you didn’t particularly like that. You felt shooting stars pooling in your stomach the moment your eyes found his blonde hair. You didn’t particularly like that. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

[note: these were all on separate days]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

it's been a few days since what atsumu calls the biggest fumble in history. he couldn’t wrap his head around how he’d managed to mess up that badly. you hadn’t replied back after that. not that night, not the next day. and now, three days later, he hadn’t even been able to catch you long enough to apologize. every time he tried, you either avoided him completely or made up some excuse to slip away.

you weren’t cruel about it. no cold stares or harsh words. just silence. and somehow, that made it worse.

atsumu thought about texting you again, but every time he tried, his mind played tricks on him. what if he said the wrong thing again? what if he made it worse? he could barely focus on practice, and it wasn’t going unnoticed.

He was now at the gym, practicing—or trying to practice.

atsumu tried not to look at you. he really did. but his eyes betrayed him, wandering back to where you were leaning against the wall, staring intently at the clipboard in your hands.

he didn’t even notice the ball hurtling toward him until it was too late.

smack.

the impact was sharp and sudden, sending atsumu stumbling backward. his hand shot up to his forehead as pain bloomed across his skin.

“oi, dumbass! what are you doing?” osamu barked, jogging over to him. 

“sorry,” atsumu mumbled, his voice low.

osamu sighed, smacking atsumu’s shoulder—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to snap him out of it. “what’s wrong with you? it’s like you don’t even wanna be here.”

atsumu didn’t respond, his eyes darting toward you again. this time, you were looking at him.

he froze.

your eyes met his for the first time in days, and he couldn’t read your expression. it wasn’t anger—he was sure of that—but it wasn’t forgiveness either.

you quickly looked away, your face unreadable as you turned back to the clipboard in your hands.

His heart was palpitating in his throat—he almost threw it up. Guilt was nibbling at his very skin and he wished he’d melt and become one with the floor.

“yeah, that’s what i thought,” osamu muttered, following atsumu’s gaze. “just fix it already, man.”

atsumu didn’t respond, but the words stuck with him. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

[minzart]

Flowers: anemone, chives, forget-me-not, purple hyacinth

[Interview]

Will: so many layers... why does this have to have so many flowers...

(Knocks*)

Will: come in!

Leona: morning, presenter coming in, you better make this quick the sun is perfect for a nap today, and you will regret making me lose it. Ah. Yeah happy birthday

Will: thank you... I'm gonna be honest I thought you dodged this kinda of stuff.

Leona: your couch seems extremely cozy today

Will: I see... of course it is

Leona: anyways, let's get this over with, first question, if you could fly anywhere in the world, where would you want to go?

Will: anywhere... hm... I don't know really...

Leona: pick a random location if you must I just need a concrete answer prefect

Will: ah... there's this mountain I saw once in our history books, I guess there? Sounds a cool place

Leona: a mountain really?

Will: yeah? Demon mountain, rumor says that an old monster, so powerful that people called him the devil, sleeps there at day and when night comes he rises to collect siner's souls or something... it sounds cool

Leona: you a mythology geek aren't you?

Will: shut up kingschoolar

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Leona: alright next question, are you good or bad at flying?

Will: ....

Leona: ....

Will: ....

Leona: .... Don't give me that look I wasn't the one who picked these questions

Will: I don't have magic

Leona: I know

Will: how do you expect me to even be bad or good at it

Leona: I'm gonna assume it's a rhetorical question

Will: can I include Grim?

Leona: fine, with Grim being the source of magic, are you good or bad at flying?

Will: bad, bad as fuck, have you tried flying with Grim? Even the best magishift player won't be able to controll that furball in a broom

Leona: ....

Will: .... why are you smiling

Leona: wanna bet?

Will: .... you are kidding me

Leona: two deluxe sandwiches of the cafeteria, you get them to me

Will: and if you can't control the broom with Grim in it?

Leona: so you are considering saying yes

Will: -what do I get?

Leona: what do you want?

Will: ... curse tutoring

Leona: ... really?

Will: yup, be my tutor in the test week

Leona: ... fine

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Leona: alright last question, how do you spend your days off?

Will: oh... that's surprisingly an easy one... I go exploring ramshackle

Leona: ... that's what you do in your day off?

Will: trust me this mansion has weird stuff in it, don't be surprised of I discover a portal to the other side here

Leona: really now?

Will: Last time I discovered a room that wasn't in the plant and inside there was a whell and inside that wheel a key that unlocked a door in the kitchen with magical brooms that help me clean this place now.

Leona: .... what the fuck....

Will: I KNOW RIGHT?!

[tyonfs]

GIRL DONT GET ME STARTED ON WEBTOONS I WILL NEVER SHUT UP!!!!

but omg yeah i see what u mean w operation true love HAHA the sister is so annoying so it gives me SO MUCH satisfaction to see her not getting her way rn!! omg if u do decide to start it again lmk!!! 🤭 AND JIMIN AND YE EUN ARE GETTING THEIR OWN WEBTOON??? OMG E2L ARC I LOVE THEM SM CRIESNFKGNRN

i'm literally keeping up w so many webtoons rn (i gave up on anime bc of webtoons im sorry alice 😭😔) but my two absolute favs r seasons of blossom and honey lemon!!! (both of them update on the same day too so that's lucky for me LOL) but i recently found this new webtoon called muse on fame and i am Very Invested already!!! i also keep up w hello baby, go away romeo, operation: true love, maybe meant to be, the guy upstairs, get schooled!, perfect marriage revenge, there must be happy endings, dark moon: the blood altar, and marry my husband!! plus a lot of daily pass ones like designated bully, reality quest etc. OH and i don't even like horror but i found this rlly good dystopian one called everything is fine! it's currently on hiatus but i m super excited for the next season! i might also start purple hyacinth bc it's on hiatus rn and i can catch up quickly! beyond virtual is also rlly cool but it's also on hiatus rn unfortunately :(

which are ur fav webtoons??

also omg i saw u saw the dreamies live!!! THATS SO AWESOME I SHALL HAVE TO LIVE VICARIOUSLY THRU U :') which of their songs did u enjoy seeing live the most? and how were they irl? like . do they look the same as in videos? (idk if this makes sense but like are they taller than they seem or like. basically how are their personalities irl? 😭)

I'm so sorry for the long ask lmao i tend to get too excited whenever someone asks me ab webtoons 💀🥲 i hope ur day has been great and you got to eat lots of good food and stayed hydrated!! – anime :)

HAHAH i’ve been on the webtoon grind for the past 6 years it’s hard to escape 🫨

the art style is still rlly nice so i would consider reading true love operation tbh LMAOAO but love triangles also stress me out 😔 (odd girl out you have ruined me) also i’m not sure if i translated the raws wrong but i think they’re just getting extra chapters :’)) lowkey…….. i like them more than the main couple 🫣

LMAOAODJJ ANIME ANON U EVOLVED INTO WEBTOON ANON 😩 omg seasons of blossom is my absolute fav i remember when the first three chapters were out and i thought it was the cutest webtoon ever and now it’s the most emotionally damaging work of art i’ve ever read 😭💗 i fast passed to the end and wow. incredibly beautiful. and honey lemon is so cute too!!! i hate the boyfriend 😡😡😡 cant wait for her to break up with him!!! omg muse on fame is sooo good i love the art style so much 🤭 hello baby is from the author of age matters right ?? i subscribed but i’m yet to check it out :0 i will have to once i catch up with unordinary LOL

omg i read those too except the daily pass ones 😩 dear x and suhee0 are the only ones i’ve been trying to keep up with </3 everything is fine is one of my favoritesss i’m so sad it’s been on hiatus tho 😔 omg the hybe webtoons im ngl i think the only one that caught my attention was the lesserafim one :’)

hmm i’d say my favorites at the moment are seasons of blossom, villain with a crush, cursed princess club, phone addict, our secret alliance, odd girl out, exchange student, the fox club, act like you love me, my dud to stud boyfriend, and after school lessons for unripe apples 💗💗 my all time favorites would have to be romance 101, swimming lessons for a mermaid, and seasons of blossom 🌷🌷

oh my god i have post concert memory loss from tds2 i swear but they were so unreal 😭💖 like i couldn’t believe they were right in front of my eyes they were incredibleee i think my fav stage to watch was trigger the fever 🥹🥹 ngl i think they’re shorter irl . but my guy friends are also 6’3 and i’m pretty short so i have a skewed perception anyways LMAOAO but they’re so passionate when they perform and RENJUN was so energetic i was so soft watching him 🥰 but they are all so much more gorgeous irl like YES they are beautiful on camera but it’s such a different experience in the flesh

don’t apologize !!! also i hope you’re staying healthy as well and make sure you have a good day 🥰💖

[mommymooze]

Animal Crossing, New Horizons.

I am getting closer, yet farther away. I have updated the list, apparently I missed a few things. trying to "collect them all"

ACNH art PAINTING----- graceful red lady small mysterious real city in a rock warm real lady in white reclining STATUES----- valiant angel wings right leg open

recipes followed by source bamboo basket Snooty vil. bamboo lunch box snooty blue rose crown any villager cherry blossom trees wall balloons bottle cherry hat peppy vil chic mum crown any vill chic rose crown any villager classic library wall normal villager cool pansy crown any villager cute lily crown any dark lily wreath any villager cute rose crown any dark cosmos crown any dark rose wreath decoy duck smug fancy rose wreath festival lantern set peppy villager gear apparatus big sister vil glowing moss jar shelves bottle only golden meter and pipes big sister iron armor cranky villager Ironwood low table snooty vil Iron ladder set up kit any villager libra scale celeste bottle Mush log message bottle balloon Mush low stool balloon bottle mush table balloon bottle natural mum wreath any villager pretty tulip wreath any villager Project table snooty vill purple hyacinth wreath shell music box. peppy shell partition big sister skateboard wall rack jock small wooden partition snazzy pansy any villager stacked bottle crates jock tall lantern smug vil trees bounty big tree balloon and bottle wooden waste bin big sister wooden block bench big sister wooden plank sign cranky villager

That means 43 recipes to go.

If you have a spare, send me a message. I have been sharing thousands ( It feels like it anyway ) of extra recipes and things with others. Drop me a note. Thank you SO VERY MUCH to those that have helped me get closer.

Help me end the madness. What will I do once this is done? ANYTHING else. Yeah. Will visit my island once a year to sigh, oh the memories, I'm done. Later Villagers!

[soulzonko]

hey so someone asked for an explanation for the symbolism in these sketches and at this point I decided to finish the series of drawings to yap more.

Bruno was the first one to be created spontaneously — like — I just felt that he could vibe with daisies pretty well. But as soon as I started doing the researches about symbolism of each flowers and saw the details about lots of positive traits such as gentleness, kindness, understanding, new beginnings, innocence and — unironically — motherhood, I’ve been like “Well yeah, I’m leaving him like this”.

I was drawing Narancia during a breakdown or something 😭 judging from those rude lines and stuff. Well, I don’t have much to describe it here. White lilies (I did orange overlay for the contrast but they are not orange mkay) are supposed to mean purity and sympathy as he totally did not deserve what happened to him (my boy just wanted some pizza geez).

With Leone I had WAY TOO MUCH trouble finding the one right flower so I went with two including the meaningful composition in this one. Those on the back are hyacinths to represent the guilt and regret from the past. And on the front I put sweet peas flowers to show his loyalty, gratitude and peace that he gained after joining the gang.

A general meaning for petunias which I gave to Fugo is anger and resentment. Yeah you might think that it’s not the only thing he represents as a character so giving the flowers a purple/violet colour to dilute the symbolism with intelligence and dignity. Also, he is being turned away ‘cause… y’know 😋 not out of friendly matters (and that’s okay I love him anyway tho)

For Trish I just did my personal associations. Pink roses for my view are something to show femininity, tenderness and beauty. At the same time all of these features just make her a mentally strong character.

Sunflowers are just the only right answer for Mista, alright?? Loyalty, good fortune, optimism (but as long as he sees something unfortunate, he looses his positivity just like sunflowers loose the sun to look at). Everything you’ll find about sunflowers is Mista’s personality, a perfect match.

As for Giorno I just decided to stick with Araki’s official artwork where he is drawn with cherry blossoms. Ngl it kinda matches his aesthetic as these type of flowers mean beauty and violence. Some of the resources say about meaning life and death thing. And it suits him too as he was born from alive — by that moment — Dio but took some genes and qualities from dead Jonathan hope yall know what I mean but anywayyys.

Genuine thanks for that question, I hope that my explanations were not that bad due to english is not my first language lmao

I forgot how to post stuff in the Internet, anyways…

[papuhater]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 pt.v

𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘦

pt. i pt.ii pt.iii pt.iv pt.vi pt.vii

a/n: this is for my bsf karl and u all, he's so fucking supportive i love him. make sure to read the warnings, from now on riddler becomes a real yandere. THX FOR 100 FOLLOWERS ILYYY, chubby eddie is brainfood.

pairing: riddler x gn!reader; bruce wayne x gn!reader

warnings: yandere, manipulative riddler, obsession, inspired on the song; new magic wand by tyler, the creator, not healthy relationships on edward’s part, not so healthy relationship on bruce’s side. not really a love triangle but does it count?? reader was/is(if you are) christian because of the orphanage. kidnapping

summary: riddler is a murder AGAIN, bruce is targeted by the riddler ye, wrote this listening to El Rincon De Giorgio, my fav true crime tuber. if i miss any warning tell me pleaseeee <333, we explore a bit of reader's trauma

you were never fond of the darkness, it reminded you of times you would rather forget.

being in the darkness was being alone, you hated being alone, you always had someone to be with you. as a child you don't remember a lot about your parents

but that was a lie you told yourself.

the memories you buried behind walls never haunted you, therefore, there wasn't a reason to relieve the past. you tried to live on the present, but in your heart;

the soil was filled with purple hyacinths, cyclamens, lillies, pink carnations and white chrysanthemums.

in the orphanage, the church was the most beautiful place in that manor. flowers were always decorating the altar, most of the money went towards that.

flowers were special to you, they were always special to you, they were pretty and had their own language. that's why when you could, a store offered you happiness.

"y/n.."

a silent whisper pulled you from the paused television, the horror evident in your eyes. the image of the chief with rats, plastered onto the screen, he had been found dead. your eyes had been boring into the news scene, bruce had left for more than an hour, it was midnight, now.

and you had stayed there

sitting, thinking

"are...you feeling well?"

yes, but you were unsure.

"yes, just felt worried."

"you have been staring at that image since i left and this deranged murder is targetting me." his steps were heard closer "you aren't just worried."

"well, what can i say bruce?! this murder could kill you! o-or-"

"y/n" his hands bonded your shoulders "none of this will happen." his arms laced around your form. silent tears slipped from your eyes, wetting his shirt.

"i won't let anything happen to you" he whispered "i won't let any fucking thing affect you."

you never liked rats.

┊┊┊┊☆┊🌙┊☆┊┊┊┊

he did it.

aftr weeks of planning he was going to kill bruce wayne.

he left a note to the batman the night before, the moon grazed the dirty skies again, and he had a plan, but now it was time to act on you. he had to tell you anyway but; how would he? he now is checking his phone

eddie: hey y/n

y/n: eddie

eddie: where are you?

eddie: you aren't in the store

y/n: yeah

y/n: im sorry

y/n: havent u seen the news?

eddie: abt the killer and bruce?

eddie: we can spend a day together to calm you down

y/n: idk eddie

y/n: i want to be with bruce rn

the grip on his phone tightened

eddie: y/nnn

eddie: u promised to talk to me after he punched me square in the face

eddie: :(

the icon of you typing an answer, it was flashing on and off

y/n: im sorry

y/n: but i want to be with bruce rn

eddie: y/n

eddie: please i want to see how are you, ik u arent ok

the flashing typing symbol flashed again

y/n: ok,,,

y/n: ill see u later

a smile crawled into his face, he was right, you just needed a push. he doesn't really think of how he was right now walking towards the store and he saw you walking from the corner, he felt his heart skip a beat, you looked more panicked, your steps were rushed, as if you were to enter the wolf's mouth.

you had already entered years ago, you pure little empty headed human.

as he came closer to you, his gentleness intensified, and his practiced smile was on again. your view was panicked and staring at the floor; how sad that you were worrying for a dead man walking.

"hey y/n!"

your eyes darted towards him, a beautiful scale of e/c blessing him, the panicked air seemed to calm down.

"eddie, how are you?"

"great and how are you feeling?"

"well.." you sucked in a sharp breath, he took notice, edward placed his hand on your shoulder, he felt the jolt that was bitten back.

"how about we go discuss this on your old flat?"

"you still live there?"

"of course, let's go?"

his arm snaked around your shoulders and guided you to the flat, he knew you couldn't do anything to acuse him of anything wrong;

'sweet eddie wouldn't manipulate me! he's just a cinamon roll.'

that's what was possibly running in your mind, he was a wolf in sheep's clothing, and today, if he was lucky;

he'd rip the bloody skin of sheep off.

"uh, i'm sorry if it's messy, stress, you know?"

he makes sure to lock the door behind him when he's about to speak, you did first.

"edward i'm scared"

"of what?"

"i love bruce" he could hear lies "and he could die, a-a-and me too-o-o." when your voice began to falter, he knew tears were pooling to the brim into their eyes.

"oh y/n..." his other arm joined his other in your form, he cradled your body as many times as he has done before, you sobbing into his hands. he just couldn't bring himself to pity you

you had always been so perfect

so pure

he just-

he couldn't explain it, after all, an addiction could never be explained by the addict.

"i'm just scared, eddie."

you didn't have too.

you just stayed for minutes after your sobs died down like fire, his brain finally let his heart have the reins in this moment.

"what if you didn't have to be scared" he shook your body "y/n."

"what do you mean?" you sniffled

"you shouldn't be scared, of this murderer, i mean." your head tried to lift off his chest, but his hands kept you in place, this time you didn't try to bite back the jolt.

"edward you're scaring me."

"you shouldn't."

"wha-"

"i'm the riddler."

their body went stiff as a board, seconds of silence passed

"please say it's a joke."

"it's not."

you started trembling, your hands grabbed his hands and pulled on them, your body started thrashing in his arms, his grip tightened, he doesn't remember when you started to scream, why were you acting so weird? you were supposed to switch onto his side! he started mindlessly sparring with you, he was heavier than you, he was gonna win.

but one strong kick into his thigh made his mind short circuit, you took your chance and ran towards the door, your hand gripped the lock and tried to open it, the sound of metal sofltly scrapping wood, when you turned your head

lights out.

a/n: reminder to go check my writing special, "you!"

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Cult Girl: Doctorate (Hannibal x Pregnant!Female!Reader) pt. 14

Hannibal reads too much into Max's attempt to reconcile and cult girl revisits her past.

@wisesandwichshark @pearlstiare

Trigger warnings: discussions of death, abandonment, military casualties, emotional abuse

You soon returned to the opera knowing you had nothing to hide. Hannibal selected for you an off-white maternity gown so form-fitting it was practically painted on. He wanted everyone to see that you, his queen, empress and goddess, were carrying his child.

It only took that evening for the whole dynamic to change. Suddenly, you were an expectant new mother. Imogen had been a massive hit, you were planning to go again.

You were affixing your heavy cubic zirconia earrings when you heard a knock at the door. You hesitated, but hurried down the stairs when you saw who it was.

"Max?" You said, upon opening the door. He stood there awkwardly, holding a bouquet of flowers. "Hi?"

"Hey, [F/N]." Max greeted, eyes darting nervously around the porch. "I just came around to apologize in person. I'm sorry I was such a chauvinist prick."

You leaned against the door. "Oh?"

"You were right." He continued. "I don't know what it's like to carry a baby, and, unless something goes very wrong, I never will."

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that." You smiled.

"Anyway, these are for you." He said, handing the bouquet over. "They're chrysanthemums."

"Thank you, Max." You said, accepting the flowers.

"Archie and I-" He scratched the back of his head. "We thought that, maybe, if you'd still have us, that we'd name the baby Chrysanthemum. With your permission, of course."

"Like the picture book?" Your face lit up. "With the little mouse girl?"

Max nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, exactly."

You hugged the bouquet into your chest and considered it again. You looked back at Hannibal, who hadn't looked up from his expectant fathers' website for a second all day. He surrounded himself with books about child psychology, attachment theory, developmental behavior patterns and somehow found himself on a tangent about institutionalized misogyny in medicine.

"I'm sorry, Max." You said, sincerely. "I really do appreciate you coming down here and apologizing, but-"

Max put his hands up and gave you a disarming smile. "I understand. Plans change."

"I just really want to stress that it's not you." You assured him. "I've kind of... really grown to like the idea of being a parent. And I think that was Hannibal's plan all along, too."

"I believe a congratulations is in order, then." His voice turned up in delight. "I'm very happy for you. Both of you."

You clutched the bouquet to your chest. "Thank you."

"Well, I'd better get going." He stepped backwards down the stairs. "I've got three pints of Ben and Jerry's in the backseat and Archie'll have my head if I come home and they've melted."

"Max, wait." You stopped him before he could get down the driveway.

"Hm?"

You leaned against the threshold and smiled warmly. "Don't be a stranger, okay?"

Max returned the smile. "Of course not."

You waved goodbye and shut the door. You hurried to the kitchen to put the flowers in water before you had to go.

"Who was that, love?" Hannibal asked, half-heartedly. He was still very fixated on his research.

"Max Thomas-Park." You answered, unwrapping the flowers from the decorative plastic.

Hannibal looked up from his computer, but left the room silent for you to fill.

"He wanted to make amends." You explained. You walked across the room to the china cabinet and selected a vase big enough to hold the ornate bouquet. "Brought flowers and everything."

"Chrysanthemums?" He asked, sniffing the air.

"I see your sense of smell is coming back." You commented.

"Interesting selection." He narrowed his eyes on the bouquet.

"Well, he said that was what he wanted to name the kid." You offered. "It was a cute pitch, not gonna lie."

Hannibal shut his laptop and examined the bouquet up close. "If he wanted to express regret, he would have done better to bring you blue or purple hyacinths."

"Well, like I said." You made a point to project a little more. "He said he wanted to name his daughter chrysanthemum."

"Mums are given to show sympathy for those in mourning." Hannibal continued, clearly having his own conversation.

"Hannibal-"

"I think your cousin got her hooks in him and he's planning to--" He cut himself off, lest he speak the unthinkable into reality. "That's why he brought mourning flowers."

"Max Thomas-Park is conspiring with Anna to kill our unborn baby?" You said, flatly, to emphasize how insane he sounded.

Hannibal held a bloom between his fingers and looked closely at it. "It's the kind of hint I would leave. For courtesy's sake."

"I think looking at parenting blogs all day has made you a little paranoid." You observed, knowing full well that an overprotective husband and soon-to-be father of your child was not a bad problem to have. Nevertheless, you shut the laptop and touched his cheek. "Come on. We're going to be late for the opera."

You heaved yourself into the passenger's seat of the car, feeling the seat give beneath your heavy frame. Every time you got into the car, you remembered that you needed to shop for a car seat. The thought just as soon left your mind every time. 

“We need to look for a car seat.” You said as Hannibal shut the door, hoping that he’d remember. 

“I mean,” Hannibal blurted out, still lost in his own conversation. “Max is a cultured and well-educated man. He has to know the implications of his flowers.” 

You huffed, dreading to think that paranoid delusion was symptomatic of his parenting style. “Right. The twenty-seven year old data analyst who graduated with a finance MBA from UChicago is also proficient in the outdated and frivolous language of flowers.” 

“In Italy, mums are only given as comfort for loss.” Hannibal said with undeserved conviction. “Exclusively, [F/N].” 

You rolled your eyes and typed something up on your phone. You raised your eyebrows, feeling a bit proud of yourself for what you found. 

“In Korea, y’know, the country that Max’s family is from,” You corrected. “The chrysanthemum is a symbol of friendship.” 

Hannibal tensed up for a moment, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. It was as if he were trying to break himself out of a trance. “...I’m sorry, darling.” 

“I know you’re scared.” You stared at his profile, trying to make out an expression. “I’m also... pretty scared. But you can’t take it out on a guy who has nothing to do with it.” 

“I am scared.” He affirmed, but the way in which he did was a telltale sign that he wasn’t giving you the full story. 

“Of?” You raised your eyebrow. “Finish the sentence, Hannibal.” 

"I need to keep our baby safe." He answered. "And I cannot in good conscience let her come into the world knowing that someone wants to hurt her. To hurt you."

You sighed. "Hannibal, are you seriously still worried about Anna?"

"Don't underestimate the role privilege and entitlement plays in the decision to commit acts of violence." He enunciated carefully. "You of all people should know that."

"Anna has cultivated such a perfect victim image to project outwardly that even a hint of proactive violence would shatter it." You explained. "She's the poor girl who has things done to her. Her evil cousin ruined her marriage. Her evil cousin destroyed her career. And she's the innocent victim in all of it."

"Logically, I know that you can speak on her behavior with more authority than I." Hannibal admitted.

"No shit." You scoffed. "I had to live with her."

"Can we at least entertain the idea that she has something planned?" He pleaded.

"I'm surprised at you." You said. "You never really struck me as the overly-cautious type."

Hannibal shook his head. "With my own life, I'm willing to gamble. But not when it's you. And not when it's Imogen."

You tensed up. His admitted willingness to put himself in danger unlocked a core memory you had buried deep down. The only thing you knew about your own father was that he was willing to put himself in danger. To go overseas and die for fuck-all instead of live for the child he selfishly created then abandoned. He chose to give his life for oil. You didn't choose to grow up without a father and your mother didn't choose to raise a child without a partner. He made that choice for you.

"Now what are you not telling me?" Hannibal broke you out of your trance. "I know that look, [F/N]."

"Nothing." You shook your head. "You should really not plan on dying anytime soon."

"I promise you, I am not going anywhere." His voice softened. "Least of all, to Iraq."

"Okay, you're a pretty good therapist but you never told me you could read minds." You threw your hands up in defeat. "Are you a psychiatrist or are you Loki?"

"As fun as being the god of mischief would be," Hannibal smiled to himself. "I just happen to have a steel-trap memory and an admittedly quite obsessive fixation on the mental health of the mother of my child."

"I swear to god I never told you about him." You denied. "Not even in passing."

"You didn't have to." He assured you. "Beatrice did."

You were surprised for a fraction of a second until the information sat in your head long enough to realize it wasn’t surprising in the slightest. Beatrice took every opportunity she got to brag about her son's sacrifices. She never once mentioned the sacrifices he forced upon you. Only that her son was a hero.

"Did you get the 'don't believe anything [F/N] has to say about my son' speech?" Your voice flattened in complete non-surprise.

"It was a prepared speech?" Hannibal chuckled. "Pity. I thought I was special."

"She gave it to my first boyfriend." You rolled your eyes. "We were, like, fifteen."

"The root of your psychological issues becomes clearer every time we talk about Beatrice." He commented under his breath.

"I know." You conceded.

He pulled into the parking lot, turned the car off and placed his hand over yours.

"Your father was a coward." He said, bluntly. It was nice to hear what had been echoing in the back of your head out loud for once. "I know no country to serve. No god to glorify. I promise, you have the whole of me. My mind, body and soul belongs to you and our child."

You squeezed his hand. "I couldn't ask for anything else."

[bonbonthedragon]

Meeting You Changed Me (14)

Dad!bakugou x fem!reader

A series

Summary: When Bakugou leaves an ugly divorce, leaving him as a single dad he never can imagine himself finding love again, not when he was never actually in love. People manipulate and lie and he can’t trust anyone but those close to him and now protect what he has left. But maybe...just maybe he can give her a chance.

Warnings: mentioned of drugs, sexual abuse, fluff, cursing, trade, just a lot of heads up bc I warned y’all this would get nasty

Note: haha here’s this early I didn’t even read it over, I’ll do it in the morning- after the fucking week I have had I’m going to go take a long ass nape bc I’m tired so now bye love y’all

Series Masterlist

“Nooooo”

“Come on, kid-“

“I wan’ Miss (L/n)! Why can’t she watch me?”

“Because I’m sure she’s busy right now. Now should we get the purple ones or pink? Or both?”

Tatsumi only pouted “I wanna come wif’”

Bakugou sighed, shaking his head “no, I can’t have you come to work with me today. Shitty hair won’t be there, he’s on patrol and I have a important private meeting. I’ll make it up to you, but I’m in a real hurry and need to decide if I should get purple or pink for her.”

“Those are Purple hyacinth, they symbolize forgiveness. And The Freesias are trust and friendship. Looks like you have a wound to stitch up with a close friend?” A man said, watering the pot beside bakugou

Bakugou looked down, seeing what he presumed was the owner of the shop. He hummed, annoyed and defeated “yeah.”

“Maybe both?” He suggested “I’m sure anyone would agree the colors do well together anyway.” He looked up at tatsumi, who was tucked into bakugou arms. The old man smiled, bringing his hand up to the little one as a sunflower began to grow from his palm. Tatsumis eyes widened and he smiled, taking it and picking it off the mans hand.

“Tank’ you!”

He nodded, going back to bakugou “are you ready to check out? If you’d like, I can also arrange them for you in a nice vase? Or wrapped at the stems?”

The blond grunted, taking both bouquets and heading toward the counter, where the owner followed. He watched as the man took the flowers and mixed them together. Behind him he took some scissors and cut the stems, asking tatsumi for a ribbon choice and took which ever the boy picked. He wrapped them up to hold into a colorful bundle and then slid bakugou a small card and pen. Bakugou looked down at it and furrowed his brows. He bent down so tatsumi could reach the counter and take the pen to write on the small paper.

“Go at it kid”

Tatsumi made a happy noise and began to scribble all over it, drawing some attempted stars and doodles bakugou couldn’t make out. He then wrote his name so big it nearly took up all the room. He handed his father the pen and the hero wrote his name down, then a small note on it.

-bakugou

He hesitated to write more, but those two words were enough for now. So he folded it and took the colorful bundle, gently tucking the card inside. He payed and thanked the old man, walking out and across the street, where his next destination just so happen to be close. Tatsuim played with the sun flower, not having realized he was at the daycare door and being set down until his feet hit the ground. He froze and then looked up, seeing where he was and his teacher next bakugou. His shoulders slumped and he looked to his father. Bakugou smiled his best and went to kiss the little ones cheek, to which tatsumi kissed his nose back. Well at least that meant the kid wasn’t completely done with him, he was still willing to give him face kisses.

“I’ll see you later squirt”

Tatsumi waved at him and went to cling to the teacher, where she laughed and waved to bakugou as well. He waved too, about to turn around before he stopped, watching tatsumi head into his classroom. He went up to the counter and pulled out his phone, pulling up

(Y/n)s contact.

“How may I help you?” The front woman asked

“Need to make a new emergency contact”

—

Bakugou walked along the sidewalk, tugging at his coat while a gust of wind went by. Fucking winter. He looked down at the flowers then at the cafe up ahead. His heart began to race and he took some deep breaths as he neared the shop. When he came up, he noticed the sign saying closed, normally it was open, even this early in the morning. He looked around then held a hand to the glass as he peeked inside. The lights were off and the drawing on the chalk board hadn’t changed. Chairs were upside down on tables but pastries were still out in the glass when they normally should ah e been put up. Worry filled him, normally she was so president about her shop.

Fuck this was his doing.

Before he could even go up the steps, a man spoke behind him, a voice he had heard before. When he turned, he saw the same old man he’s seen in the cafe a few times, wearing a suit and brown Fedora. The man sighed.

“I don’t know why she’s closed, I thought maybe it was your doing but seeing as your here it looks like she’s just gone.” He tipped his hat at bakugou “oh I’m Akimasa by the way. I’ve been coming here since the shop opened.”

Bakugou nodded back “bakugou Katsuki…uh- do you know why she’s closed…by any chance?”

The man shook his head “I don’t. Though it’s nice to finally meet you. It’s nice to finally see that girl give a real smile, and she’s been giving that since you arrived with your son.” He smiled, tipping his hat again “well I better be off, nice to meet our No.2 hero and know my favorite barista is in good hands” and he was gone.

Bakugou watched him turn the corner and looked back down at the flowers. ‘It’s nice to finally see that girl give a real smile, and she’s been giving that since you arrived with your son.’ The words echoed in his head, making his own smile threaten to take over his lips. Though, he then remembered what Naomasa said last night, and he frowned. His shifted back up to the stairs on the side of the cafe and to the front door. As he went up, something in the atmosphere felt off. He brushed the uneasy ness off as anxiety and continued up. He knocked.

The knob jiggled and (y/n) appeared in the doorway. His shoulders tensed when she did, but taking in her appearance, they slumped. She was back in the same state as yesterday, hair all over and looking exhausted. She was in sweats and a shirt, posture looking drained. Even with this, she seemed to perk at his visit, but not so much as in content, but fear. He was going to blame it on himself, telling himself he shouldn’t have come but when his eyes traveled to take her in, he stilled. When he did, (y/n) did too, gasping silently and going behind the door to put on a jacket quickly. She wrapped the torso around herself like a cardigan and then finally met his eyes, smile clearly forced. Her brows were furrowed in worry but her eyes filled with relief. He was getting mixed signals, but after what he witnessed his body only filled with rage. Under her jacket were bruises, her once exposed arms were littered in blue and purple.

His eyes came to meet hers again, he frowned “what happen-“

“I didn’t expect to see you-“ she immediately interrupted “I-“ her body shifted uncomfortably, going to lean against the door frame, head angled awkwardly “about last night…”

He held up a hand, stopping her “no I-“ his eyes flickered to her arms again, searching for other wounds, he traveled back up “uh…no that was on me. Last night I was being fucking foolish and I wanted to come apologize. I shouldn’t have done that and I clearly scared you. I’m sorry”

She stiffened, seeming uneasy about the apology, like she wasn’t used to it. After a few moments she turned her head, as if checking her surroundings. As she did, bakugous chest burned and he sucked in a sharp breath. The most ugly bruise was on her neck, it was green and blue and purple and- “it’s okay” she finally spoke, quickly turning her head back, tugging on the collar of her jacket “really it was my fault. Thank you for the apology but I shouldn’t have been so dramatic-yeah I- I over reacted so please don’t feel bad-“ something in the house thudded, and he saw her jump “o-o-oh Aki,” she chuckled, almost a forced laugh “she’s in a playful mood- I should go, don’t want her knocking down any furniture” just as she was about to back away, bakugou held up the flowers, making her pause. She stuttered.

“For you, really, it wasn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have pushed you into something like that or corner you. It was fucked up. Just- I hope this can do as a apology for my actions and…not scare you off from me…” he finally said, trying hard to ignore what he all witnessed “tatsumi really likes you and I- I uh- enjoy your company too…”

(Y/n) blinked at the gift and she eased up, eyes softening, almost as if she was about to cry. She took in a deep breath, forcing a smile and took them “thank you this- it means a lot. I…like being with you two too. Thank you.” Something in her apartment fell, sounding like a tin or something and it made her gasp, jumping back and eyes back into a panic. She whipped back around and chuckled dryly, closing the door “thank you for stopping by but I should really get going. You should too, bye bakugou-san” and she closed the door.

He stood there for a few seconds, staring at the red door. He looked in the side window, but there was nothing. Grunting, he went down the steps, fist tight at his sides as small pops emitted inside his balled up palms. His mind screamed at him to turn around and open that damn door because no way was she alone in that house. But another voice told him to stand down, that if he didn’t she would be in more trouble and something bad might happen. He didn’t know what, but those answers had to be solved when he saw Naomasa.

He huffed when he thought about the wait of the train to his agency. Getting there soon wouldn’t make the appointment sooner but it would calm his nerves knowing he would be there before the detective arrived. Looking around, he found a public bathroom and tugged at his duffel bag.

He walked out, putting on his mask and stuffing his coat into his bag and adjusting his collar. Gasp sounded from behind him and he scoffed. He wasn’t about to deal with fans right now, he clutched his bag and began to run, jumping into the air and setting off his quirk. It was more difficult it the frigid air but it felt nice, cold enough for his head think about it and not (y/n) or what could be happening there. He growled just thinking about it, trying hard not to turn back. If what he saw on her background and records the other night was worse than he thought, or had more behind it then he wasn’t going to risk her safety right now. He flew through the air, jumping off building after building and jumping as far as he could as his blast boost him across the city.

—

“DynaMight”

Bakugou jerked his head from his computer, looking at the small inter calm on his desk and clicked his buzzer to answer “yea?”

“Mr. Naomasa is here”

“Send him up” he replied, taking his hand off the buzzer and standing up, taking off his mask. Naomasa was updated on everything bakugou knew about (y/n), why he knew her and his intended relations, so this shouldn’t be too long of a meeting. He went over to the door, chest heaving and right as he got to it, the detective was there. Bakugou allowed him in and immediately shut the door behind him, making the other man turn and quirk a brow.

Bakugous jaw clenched at his next words, “she was covered in fucking bruises this morning.” He lifted his hands to his neck, demonstrating a choking method “she had bruises the shape of fucking hand prints around her goddamn neck. Why the hell is that? You said you did a background check on her, so if something in those goddamn files doesn’t tell me even a hint of who did that to her I’m going to murder someone” he seethed. His chest was blazing, eyes squinted at the brunette, who had his brows raised and nodded. Bakugou grunted, gesturing to the seat across his desks as he went to his own.

He sat down, glaring at the man across from him who laid out file after file onto his large desk. He opened a few and scanned them before handing one to bakugou, he opened it. In it was a picture of a very young (y/n), smiling at the camera. He almost smiled too, loving seeing her so happy.

“Alright,” Naomasa began, “you wanted to know everything so let’s start here, make sense of her quirk-“

“Yeah I know all about that. What’s it gotta go with this?”

“Because it just does, pay attention. At age 15 she already had full ride scholarships to the American school, Harvard University, and Japanese school, Kyoto University.” Bakugou raised his eyebrows at that. Those were two very prestigious schools, and difficult to get into. “That right there is a indicator of her quirk. Clearly it’s put to use in her academic career.” He set a small print out of information on her quirk, memory, of how it worked and what it could do. As bakugou looked it down, the man talked. It said all she had, nothing too new. He then watched as a new picture appeared on the file when Naomasa turned the page. It was of a baby boy, who had brown hair and bright blue eyes. “This, this is her late son, Ren (L/n), who was born deaf. Just after she turned 16, he was born, she lost her scholarship due to this and the school rejected her, resulting in her moving high schools. Here’s where everything ties in.” He pulled out another file, opening it to turn to...a carbon copy of Ren? But older? His eyes shifted to the name and he growled. “His name is Asher Rays, he’s actually someone we have been looking into for years now. He’s a Mafia boss and runs multiple different pallets. He’s in the skin trade-“

“The hell does that mean?” The blond asked

The brunette tilted his head to the side, tapping on a separate, much fuller file “sells people. Prostitutes, woman and men who get sold for sex all over the country. This man runs his own, amongst many, sex slaves. As well as a drug lord, and just plain old dirty money. He’s someone you don’t mess with and we keep our hands off him for a reason, for now at least. There’s too many Important people who know him and work with him that if we make a move, too many lives are at risk. This man, this villain, is this kids father. It’s his only kid too”

Bakugou wanted to be surprised, really, but after he said that name is mind flashed to the card sent to (y/n)s house by an ‘Asher’. He nodded for him to keep going.

“We believe (L/n) (Y/n) was victim to his abuse, but we believe he assaulted her for a reason. He would have only been 19 at the time he got her pregnant but his antics date back to him only being 18.” He turned a page of Ashers file “ashers quirk, prints. He can trace anybody’s foot prints from the last 168 hours, so a week. Which probably is one of the reasons why he’s so good at what he does.” He closed the file, bringing another up from the stack he brought, this one being Ren. “Combining (L/n)s quirk and Rays, Rens quirk is Track. Ren can trace anybody from the last 168 hours down to how many breaths they took from the last time he saw them. If he was provided evidence, all he had to do was touch some part of their DNA on it and he could activate this.” He shoved the few files up to bakugou, continuing to talk as he looked them over “now, there was never a report of rape or a rape kit after she became pregnant, she only filed as the father wasn’t involved and she and her family would be the primary care takers of the child. Just three years after Ren was born, he had a doctors visit confirming his quirk was showing. At four, it was put in records what he could do.” He pointed at a report “3 hours and 17 minutes after that report went into the computer, the hospital had a problem with their system. After that, mail records were shown to have a Asher to a ‘Starbright’, or (L/n), began to arrive at her house. Checks of nearly 50,000 dollars 4 times a year were sent and put into (L/n)s checking. This continues.”

“What is he doing now?”

“Now, now we have had undercover hero’s take care of him, pulling in information. But I want to get back to Ren. Just a year ago he died in a cross fire with police and a robber-“

“Yeah...I know just- move on”

“The man robbing the home, his primary objective was to take Ren. This man,” he opened another folder, showing the large man bakugou had saw on the tapes. Naomasa put a fingers on the picture, just above the mans arm on the tattoo “has the tattoo that belongs to Rays group. If you have this, you belong to him, you are apart of his mafia in a way. This man worked for Ray, he was taking the kid to his boss. We think that since Ren is his only child, even compared to being involved in sex trade, he was born for a reason. He was planned. He was only born so they could have the perfect quirk at their hands. In this case, Ren had a strong quirk, it would help him track people down, anybody. Maybe even get dirt on pro heros and have them at his mercy. He could find and take anybody or kill anybody he wanted. He has hackers at his mercy, he probably has shit on everyone in Tokyo and you don’t even know if your in the books or not. And she’s the heart of it all. They are talking, the most recent transaction was yesterday at near midnight at a atm at the bank. He is here, in the city. Hawks still works undercover with the help of clocking technology, his recent reports say Asher Ray has mentioned Ren and (L/n) recently and then he began to be more active in (L/n)s life again, since the attack on her son. We sent an officer to her work but she refused to listen. We are worried he might take her, force himself on her again. There’s more but that’s all I can do to wrap it up, I’m on a tight schedule. But Bakugou, if you know her, don’t act. Your just going to put her in further danger, this man has eyes everywhere, be carful with what you do. Though, it’s good to have someone looking out for her, we want to keep as many people safe as possible. But if she’s closely involved with one of our most wanted criminals, it could help us tremendously to catch him sooner.”

Bakugou gritted his teeth, looking up at the man with fiery eyes, scowling “ya want to use her as bait?” He seethed

“N-no just-“ he sighed “I’m saying this is a big lead. “

He fought the urge to flip the goddamn table. “What about the fucking marks, Hah? The bruises?” he pounded his fist on the wood “she was fucking choked! how the hell are you helping your citizens if she’s clearly in danger and suffering? Hah? What the hell?” He stood abruptly “and you want me to do what? Nothing? Fuck that shit, I’m going to go over there now and deal with that bastard if he’s the one there.” Just before he stepped back, Naomasa reached across the table, grabbing his arm. Bakugou growled, but stopped when he saw the fear in the mans eyes, ones he hasnt seen in him since AllMight fallen from All For One

“Please. Don’t get involved. You’ll only makes things worse. I risked enough talking with you today. If you do, she’ll be killed. This isn’t some wannabe villain. This man kills people like flies. He doesn’t care if your sick, young or old, he will send you to a brutal death. I know it sounds strange but I can’t also put my own friends and colleagues and our No.2 in danger. This man might be out for one girl, but it’s his girl. You don’t touch his girl. And bakugou, you have been with her a lot from what you have told me, I suggest you step back. Think of Tatsumi. Please listen when I say Ray doesn’t show mercy. He has a goal and I don’t think he plans to let even a top hero get in the way. Especially if you have shown interest.”

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[rising-superstars]

Getting out of the car with little time wasted, Zeren waited for Karma to come out before quickly clinging onto her arm, almost like she was her bodyguard despite the fact the she's the guest visiting the office.

Leading the pair inside the building and getting into the elevator, waiting for them before hitting the button for the 3rd floor, Amy hummed a quiet song to herself, glancing at her phone every so often before the door opened up revealing the office where the gang did their operations, with the bar and cafe operating adjacent to them on both sides. Opening the door to the office, they were met with two purple girls, one of them being asleep and laying on a throw pillow, sitting at a receptionist's desk that had a door behind them to the left. "Hey Jackie. Sara taking her nap for the day?"

"Yeah, she just fell asleep, like 5 minutes ago, so I'll let her know you guys came in. Anyway, hi, I'm Jackie. I'm just the treasurer while sleeping beauty here is the secretary. She's told me some stuff about you, Zeren, but I'm guessing this is the first time most of us are meeting Karma."

Zeren nodded with a smile at Jackie, grabbing Karma's hand attached to the arm she clung onto and lacing their fingers together. It seemed that since Zeren's initiation, there's been some other recruits, whether it's another purple front desk girl or a tall, mysterious driver.

"Anyway, you can go in. Diamond's doing her own thing somewhere else, Boss & Jo are on their way back, and Hyacinth is in there training." Jackie pointed to the door to the left of their desk. If one listened closely, there were sounds of impacts and thuds to the ground.

"Well, I guess this is where I take my leave then. I have my own errands to run, anyway. See you two some other time." With a wave, Amy left the office, specifically turning right out the door which was the same direction as the internet cafe.

Post-Initiation

Zeren looked at the nub of what used to be her left little finger for what felt like hours. It throbbed in response, still recovering. It was less than 24 hours ago that she felt a whole entire extra joint there mere moments before her initiation into the newly formed Akumatetsu Yakuza family. The phantom pain is setting in much sooner than she anticipated. Her trance was broken by the sun shining on her new lapel pin and hitting her in the eye, with kanji the reading "Iron Demon."

That's right, she went to a cafe to get a drink and try to get her mind off of the pain. She sat by herself, alone as the lapel pin caught the attention of various individuals who knew from the kind of pin it was to stay away. She didn't think the trick of showing what was left of her little finger would get her preferential treatment, but she was given her pick of the lot in regards to the menu. She looked at her sandwich and bag of chips with a large coffee blankly, not knowing what to do next. Her boss gave her the rest of the week off, anyways, so she was allowed to do what she wants. But what could that even mean?

@bxd-kxrma

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Graveyard Siblings (5)

[Masterlink] (PART 1) (PART 4)

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Mari and Cass sometimes switch their suits as they have the same body type. Cass would sometimes go out in full Hellbat gear and give the appearance that Hellbat is out more often than she actually is.

So Orphan/Black Bat also sometimes uses guns.

This also helps with concealing secret identities. Maria was rescued by Hellbat from Joker’s Henchmen. (Vicki Vale was getting sus of the new Wayne and Hellbat.)

Unfortunately since Hellbat rarely comes out and she had already made all of her appearance for the month and it wasn’t a busy weekend, the public had come to the conclusion that Hellbat has a crush on the newest Wayne.

Basically everyone thought that Mari has a crush on herself. Which led to some teasing and escalated to Mari announcing that Jason had a crush on Red Hood on live TV.

It didn’t help that a video of Red Hood and Jason re-enacting Romeo and Juliet with Jason on his apartment balcony and Red Hood on the roof was posted on the internet a few days later. (Thank you, Trixx and Tim’s awesome video editing skills)

Sadly, it was taken down 24 hours later. (Tim and the others have multiple copies of it, on the cloud or hardware, hidden around in the manor and their respective safehouses in the US.)

Some people kidnapped Jason to hopefully gain leverage over the Red Hood and to their dismay and nightmares for years to come, Hellbat came instead.

One lucky and incredibly brave reporter asked why she was there instead of her brother.

Mari being a little shit, “Red Hood may be a tough and scary guy but when it comes to his feelings, my brother is a chicken.”

Pictures of Jason tackling Hellbat somehow never made it into any papers.

The criminal underworld hasn’t taken a hint and Jason has been kidnapped a few more times.

Other times Jason was kidnapped:

Robin: Red Hood made a fool of himself in front of Todd recently and he doesn’t dare to show his face.

Spoiler: He was taking too damn long checking his hair even though I told him that no one was going to see it under his helmet and he was so offended that he is currently sulking in the bathroom.

Red Robin: Red Hood can’t think straight when he is around Jason. I mean have you seen the dude.

Arsenal*during a rare visit to Gotham*: Red Hood owes me one now.

Dick finally ends it by going out as Red Hood and rescuing Jason. Gotham is happy that Redson (Red Hood x Jason) ship has finally sailed.

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Kate, Babs, Cass, Steph and Mari were out on Mari’s first girls’ night since her move to the manor.

This is set a little after she came back from Paris with Jason.

They watched rom-com movies, did hair and nails, gossip about the superhero community and bitch and vent to each other.

Marinette off-handedly mentioned the crazy shits she had done during her stint as Ladybug. It started with asking about the T-rex in the Batcave and she mentions jumping into the mouth of a live one before.

Everyone in the room was shocked and after a few more questions, it was obvious that she was very reckless and self-sacrificing. Yep, she was going to fit into this crazy family just fine.

And Holy Shit. There is so much trauma packed into this kid. She needs lots of therapy.

Babs finally decided that they all needed to get out and have some fun. All in their respective suits and they went out.

Joined by Harley, Ivy and Selina.

Plagg came along because I want Plagg to meet Selina.

It was a chaotic night and it was a miracle that Bruce didn’t find out about what the girls did.

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Batman and Red Hood were on patrol together when Selina jumped in front of them.

“Hello, Boys”

“What do you want, Catwoman?”

“I want to meet my new prodigy, Kitty Noire.”

Cue Marinette jumping down from her hiding spot, transformed with the Black Cat Miraculous. “Hiya.”

Red Hood carries her like a potato sack and points his gun at the other two.

“Nope, she’s my sister and I called dibs. I adopted her. She’s off limits.”

“Legally, she’s mine.” Batman coughed out.

“I did it first. Emotionally. She’s my emotional support sister. You have plenty kids already, B and Selina, get your own.”

“Hey, I am still here and can hear you.”- Maria

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Alya was worried for Lila. She had been acting weirdly for the past month.

She looked very out of sorts. Her clothes weren’t in order and her hair was in disarray. She had bags under her eyes and her eyes looked wild. Lila didn’t look like herself at all.

She jumped at any sound and flinched at really sudden movements.

Alya tried to find out what was wrong with Lila and received vague answers.

One time Lila said that Marinette is to blame.

Alya reaches the somewhat right conclusion that Marinette was haunting Lila and hurting her because Lila used to come to school with bruises and claims that Marinette did it.

Alya goes to Marinette’s grave to desecrate it. (Yeah, go anger the ghost that is haunting someone.)

Unfortunately, the moment she tries to do something, the sky turns dark, clouds appear and the wind begins whipping. A Lightning strike near her and there was a cloaked figure beside her with a scythe.

All Alya saw from the figure was the blood-red lips in a very sharp grin and glowing blue eyes, raising the scythe high before she ran away. The scythe swiped the air where her head once was.

Alya didn’t get far before she tripped and blacked out.

When she woke up, she found herself in the hospital with no idea how she got there.

She was told that somebody found her with a concussion in the park and took her to the hospital.

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The next one on Mari’s hit list was Natalie.

She wasn’t as involved in the whole thing like Lila, Adrien or Gabriel but she still did it anyways.

Her punishment is a little mild compared to the others and was more of a warning to Gabriel.

Natalie woke up in the middle of the night to see a not-so-dead Ladybug sitting on her vanity chair with the moonlight from the windows illuminating her body and her neck. Her suit was torn exactly like the day of that battle with blood dripping down her arms and from her open wounds. The shadows kept her face hidden but glowing blue eyes stared at her.

Natalie was scared at first. But she regained her normal cool composure.

“I assume you are here to extract your revenge for aiding in your unfortunate demise. But before you kill me, I regret my part in my entire thing and I apologize for everything I have done against you even though I knew it was wrong.”

“At least you show remorse over what you have done. Visiting my grave when even my parents didn’t and leaving flowers. I love those purple hyacinths by the way. Did you know that they mean sorry in the language of the flowers?”

“Why are you stalling my death? Just kill me already.”

“Madam Sancouer. You just played a minor role in my downfall compared to what Adrien and Lila Rossi did to me. And you showed more guilt over your actions than they ever did and Adrien claimed to have loved me. And like I have told the Bats, Death is too swift of a punishment.”

“Who are the bats?”

“None of your concern. You should be more concerned about yourself.”

“Lila sees the ghosts of her past and they haunt her. Adrien is in a living nightmare and has no control over his actions and is despised by everyone. What are you going to do to me?”

“Well, since you show some guilt over your actions, let me tell you a little secret. I am not dead. Not really. I mean I did die. But there was a spell in the grimoire that revived me. It took a few days to work.”

Marinette changed to her normal form. It was a little jarring to see an older Marinette Dupain-Cheng sitting on her vanity chair like it was a throne. The Ladybug suit and the wounds were gone. She looked a little familiar.

“Why are you telling me this? What was the point?” Natalie faltered as she wondered why the girl looked familiar. Marinette moved closer and her face was fully illuminated by the moonlight.

“I intend to take everything by which I mean everything from Gabriel Agreste for what he did.”

“M. Agreste just wanted his wife back. You just gave him your Miraculous, you would still have everything.”

“What difference would it make? Sure I had friends and family before but they turned out to be disappointing. I might have become a famous designer like I dreamed of and can't achieve because I died. Besides, he never said about wanting his wife to come back in his tedious monologues. For all we knew back then, he wanted them for world domination. He showed that he would end the world for them. For kwamis’ sake, he nearly started World War III, just for a pair of earring and a ring. He was willing to kill me to have her back. No wait, he did that too. If he actually read the translated grimoire or asked the Guardian or at least someone with magic for help instead or maybe used his head and made some who can heal as his champion using the Butterfly, we wouldn’t even be in this mess. Face it, Mme Sancour, your boss is a power-hungry and very controlling maniac who is also thankfully an idiot.”

“But- he- he just-. You are just a child, what do you know? M. Agreste knew what he was doing.”

“A child who had a normal life up until he tried to ruin it with his idiotic schemes and hiring Lila to do it. A child who had to fight a war on her own.”

“I am sorry you had to go through that but I doubt you and your little revenge rampage is going to solve anything.”

Ghostly Chains wrapped around Natalie’s body, squeezing tight like it was squeezing the life out of her.

“I was all for sparing you, you know. If you had actually listened to my side of the story, you would have spared from my ‘little revenge rampage’. This is going to be a little painful. Sorry about that.” In a tone that was definitely not sorry.

Pain coursed through Natalie’s body. Her skin crawled and itched as pitch back feathers grew out of it. Her bones turned to dust and reformed.

Where Natalie Sancour once was, there was a raven.

An omen of death and destruction for one Gabriel Agreste.

Marinette leaned down towards the raven. Natalie tried to peck her eye out but Marinette held the beak in a firm grip.

“Ah. ah ah. Luckily for you this is temporary. Mostly. Every night, you will assume this shape and each night the longer you will stay in this form. Slowly counting down the days until Gabriel’s downfall. Since you love helping him so much, you are going to help him know how long he has to live. The night you are a raven from sunset to sunrise, that sunrise starts the day Gabriel Agreste will be utterly destroyed.”

She released the beak and headed towards the window.

"Send him my regards."

With that, she was gone.

(Part 6)

[yourstarvic]

You and Osamu sat across from each other in silence. Osamu was slow lying eating his pastry as you sat in your seat awkwardly and tracing the mouth of the mug with your fingertip. You let out a small puff of air, looking around the cafe, and saw there were few people inside the establishment. Inhaling weeping, you took made the first move, “What is it that you needed my help, Miya?”

“I was hopin’ we could’ve dragged this out,” Osamu swallowing the food in his mouth.

“You were hopping to drag this out?”

“Wantin’ a bit of time with ya,” Osamu took a sip of his drink.

“Why?” You slowly asked him, tilting your neck to the side in confusion.

Osamu just shrugged his shoulder, taking a piece of his pastry, “wantin’ to see somethin’.”

“And that would be?…” You leaned a bit forward, trying to figure out what he was thinking. But Osamu didn’t answer you, he just went back to eating his pastry with a delightful look. With a deep sigh, you slowly stood up and said, “Miya if you’re not going to tell me then I don’t know how to help. To be honest, I’m not sure why you are asking me for help. I’m going home.”

You gave him a polite smile and proceed to take a single step towards the direction of the exit but a hand wrapping around your wrist stopped you. You looked down and your wrist and then looked at Osamu’s face, seeing his face looked tense. “Just,” Osamu pleaded, “humor me a bit?”

You let out another sigh and looked at the exit before you nodded at him. As he let go of your wrist, you sat back down in front of him. Osamu gave you a smile and said softly, “Call me Osamu.”

“Okay,” you looked at him weirdly, “Osamu.” You didn’t miss the corners of his lips slightly tugged upwards as you said his name. Seeing it, you couldn’t help but looked down with a small smile and took a sip of your drink to hide it. 

“Can we just,” Osamu spoke so softly, making you look up with doe eyes and mouth slightly gaped with a surprise from never hearing him talk that softly. “Start over?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, smiling at him, “we can.”

“Name’s Miya Osamu,” Osamu smiled at you.

You laughed at him, leaning back against the chair as you shooked your head, “We don’t have to start that far back.”

“Good,” Osamu smiled at you, “didn’t want to use those lame conversation starter’”

“I don’t know about that,” you smirked, “I think we need to use a few of those conversation starters.”

“Do we have to?” Osamu cringed, “I really hate those.”

“I think everyone does,” you chuckled. “But what did you think of the weather today?”

“I hate you,” Osamu said with a deadpan expression before chuckling at you.

“What?” You said with a faux hurt written on your face, “I genuinely want to know what you thought of the weather today!”

“Anyway,” Osamu placed his fork down on his now empty plate, and signaled the waiter for the check, “should we get-a-going?”

“Go where?” You eyed him.

With the check quickly appearing, Osamu placed the cash in the appropriate amount of cash and got up. Your eyes followed his for with curiosity, trying to see what he will do. Your eyes switched to shock when Osamu offered you his hand, to which you looked at it questioning. “Aren’t ya going to take it?” Osamu's voice broke you out of your thoughts.

“I don’t think your girlfriend will like that,” you gave him a smile and standing up on your own.

“Helping a friend out of a chair?” Osamu thought out-loud, walking behind you as you walked outside, “I think you’re right.”

Chucking at him, you nodded your head, “I don't think, I know I am. And friend? Already?”

“Let’s go,” Osamu started to walk off, making you following him with an eye-roll. You had to slightly jog up a bit to catch up with him but when you caught up you walked at a normal pace, not feeling a glare from across the street.

“So where are we going?” You asked him, but he remained silent. He only looked down a brig moment to give you a smile and looked back forward. “Keeping it a secret,” you noted, “that’s not mysterious at all.”

“You’ll see,” Osamu chuckled.

“You know,” you placed a finger on your chin in a thoughtful manner, “this is most we laughed in each other presence.”

“That’s cause you hated me before,” Osamu side-eyed you with a smirk. “I wonder who’s that fault was.”

“Your brother,” you smiled brightly at him. “He’s becoming the cause of everything.”

“Becoming?” Osamu snorted, “He already caused many problems when he was born. I should have absorbed him when I was in the womb.”

“He has his moment…” you tried to defend him. But it was hard to think of any good qualities after the events Atsumu caused.

“Ya just sayin’ that because he’s ya favorite,” Osamu scoffed.

“Was my favorite,” you mumbled. Osamu suddenly stopped walking, making you stop as well and look up at him in question. The grey hair twin looked down at him in surprise, making you wonder what he was thinking. “What?”

“Atsumu no longer ya favorite?” Osamu questioned excitedly.

“Yeah?”

Osamu huffed out happily, smiling down at you, “Suna owes me money.”

“How much?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Osamu started to walk again, making you rush at him in concern.

“What do you mean don’t worry-”

“We are here,” Osamu stopped walking and opened the door of the store.

You looked at the store name in confusion but it morphed into surprise when you saw what store it was. “This is…a flower shop”

“Not just any flower shop,” Osamu beaconed you to walk in, “it’s a shop where we make a bouquet that represents us.”

“Okay?” You walked in slowly, looking around the many different flowers as the floral scent hit your nose.

“Welcome!” You heard a voice coming from towards you. You and Osamu greeted who you believe was the store owner in his early 20’s. With him standing in front of the two of you, he clapped his hand excitedly as said, “Thank you for coming! Now to get started, I would like to the two of you relationships.”

“Okay um,” you swallowed nervously, looking at Osamu and then back at the store owner, “We used to hate each other, because of a misunderstanding that was cleared up a few days ago… But there were times we were friendly with each other and we were tricked into going onto dates with each other. They were really awkward…”

“I see,” the man nodded in understanding. “Well, you two can look around and pick any flowers you like and I’ll go pick out some as well.”

You and Osamu nodded and went to look around. As you two were looking at each flower and smelling them, you and Osamu talked about different topics including your ice skating, how he loves to cook, and many other topics. As the two of you chatted away and picking flowers, the store owner was sneaky observing the both of you. 

After a few moments, you and Osamu were done picking, the both of you went to the store owner and let him know the both go you were done. The man smiled and escorted both of you to the arrangement station. 

“What flowers did you pick you beautiful flower?” He asked you, making you smile, and Osamu frown.

“I picked the yellow tulips and alstroemeria” you placed it on the table, “they were really pretty and I thought of Osamu. But I saw these red chrysanthemums and primrose, and thought of someone and wanted to get it.”

“I see,” the man nodded. “And you?”

Placing the flowers on the table, Osamu looked at the flowers.“I saw these purple stock and pink camellias and thought you might like them,” Osamu looked at you with a smile, causing you to slightly blush at his words.

“These are amazing flowers,” the florist smiled and laid his flowers down, “I was slightly observing the both of you and picked the blue violets, white lilies, purple hyacinth, purple lilacs, and anemones.”

“They are beautiful,” you commented, looking at them in awe. The florist thanked you as he arranged the flowers together, making them in an arrangement to show off their beauty. But you noticed he was ignoring two certain flowers. “What about the red chrysanthemums and primrose?”

“Since they reminded you of someone else I thought it was best to make a separate bouquet,” he smiled at you, “on the house.”

You smiled at him and the three of you started to talk about how to arrange the flowers. The florist gave both go-you tips and converse about different flowers. After a while, three of the flower bouquet were done, one for Osamu and the other two for you. “Two beautiful bouquets for the beautiful lady,” The florist smiled at you and handed them to you, “and of course your bouquet.”

“Thank you!” You smiled at him and accepted the flowers. You were so focused on the beauty of the two bouquets you didn’t see the disgusted look Osamu gave the florist and how the florist was smirking smugly at him.

“No problem,” The florist smiled at you, “and it’s on the house. A pretty lady like you deserves all the flowers.”

“Thank you!” Your face morphing into an uncomfortable smile as you realized he was flirting.

“You know,” he smiled flirty at you, “if he doesn’t treat you-”

“It’s getting late! Thank you again for the flowers!” You said quickly grabbed Osamu and pulled him out of the store. You let out a sigh of relief as the two of you met with the outside world. Letting go of Osamu, you turned to face him, “Thanks for today!”

“Yeah,” Osamu turned to the side, hiding the small tint of pink appearing on his cheeks. But you did notice, too busy looking back down at the flowers in your hands. Clearing his throat, Osamu looked back at you, “It’s getting late, I'll walk you home.”

“Thanks,” you smiled softly and both of you walked in the direction of your house. 

The walk to your home was silent, the only sound was you occasionally sniffing the flowers. After the long walk, the two of you were near your home. “Did you see what you wanted to see?” You asked him.

“I did,” Osamu breathed out. “It helped me figure out something.”

“And that was?”

“I’m going to be selfish,” Osamu stopped walking when reaching the gates of your house.

“Selfish?” You raised on the eyebrow, opening the gate.

“Yeah… Oh and tell Suna he going owe me $10 in the future,” Osamu smiled softly at your confused face, “goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” you replied seeing Osamu walked off and then you walked through the gates and into your house.

Opening your door to your house, you yelled but your voice trailed off at the end as you saw a note on the table near the door, “I’m home!…” Picking up the note and placing the flowers gently on the table, you read it out loud, “We are out on a date, don’t wait upon us, love mom and dad. PS made your favorite and it’s in the fridge.”

You smiled at the note and placed it back on the table and proceed to take off your shoes. Putting your shoes by the door neatly you grabbed your flowers and went to your room. Humming and smiling, you opened your bedroom door, and your smile instantly dropped seeing someone laying in your bed. “What are you doing here?”

“Trying to take a nap,” Suna lazily said, refusing to open his eyes.

Letting out a hum you went towards your desk and placed the flowers and purse on the table, “I can see that… But why my bed? Shouldn't you be home? And how did you get in?”

“Your bed is comfy. My parents found out the Himari lied to them and went on a date so wanted to avoid that…And I have a spare key,” Suna groaned, opening his eyes and looking at you. “You got flowers?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, sitting on the edge of your bed and looking down at Suna, “Osamu took me to a flower shop. Those ones reminded me of you.”

“Osamu?” Suna smirked as he put his hands behind his head, “Saying his first name?”

“Yeah, he wanted to start over since it was all Atsumu’s fault.”

“Makes sense,” Suna nodded, “but you got me flowers?”

“I never said I got them for you, idiot,” you rolled your eyes, “I said they made me think you.”

“How heartwarming,” Suna said sarcastically, making you elbow his side. “But did you help Osamu?”

“Yeah! He said he decided he’s going to be selfish and you are going to owe him $10?”

“We’ll see about that,” Suna smirked, “but let's go eat! I heard your favorite is in the fridge!”

“I hate you.”

“Because I’m going to eat your food?”

“Yes.”

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[daisylore-au]

BREAK EVENT - 4

sorry this one took a little longer !!! in a majority vote 19 compared to 2 and 6, number three one: interesting option to go for !!! thanks to jwt anon, who guessed the additional information - how did dream know he was the monster? - you have an extra option at the end of this one too !! as always, you’re not obliged to pick it, but it’s open to be picked if you wanna !!!

have fun - this one is pretty sad, so i’m gonna add trigger warnings just in case: brief + implied suicidal thoughts (past), death mentions, trauma, torture + exile mentions

He has to ask. As much as he’s sure it’s not going to end well for their talk, he’s curious, and curiosity certainly hadn’t killed any cats (Tommy couldn’t say the same), but curiosity might kill him. Dream’s words play on loop at the back of his mind, and if he doesn’t ask, he’ll never know.

Isn’t this about getting information anyway?

“Dream,” Tommy begins, unsure as soon as the words come out of his mouth, “you said you think of me in a good way.”

He stops, turning to face the other with a serious look on his face.

“Why?”

And a thousand potential reasons flood his mind. Maybe Dream remembers the very early days of the SMP, the good old days when they’d been friends, when Tommy had looked up to him with stars in his eyes and Dream had taught him so much of what he’d known. Or maybe he’s thinking of exile, maybe he’s thinking of prison, when he’d tormented Tommy, when Tommy had tormented him - maybe he’s fucked up enough to consider that a good thing, maybe he hadn’t been lying all those years ago when he’d claimed exile had been “fun” for him. Tommy had always assumed he’d been mocking, cruel, but hey, maybe he hadn’t been. Maybe he’d been being serious. Maybe-

Dream looks at him like he’s stupid. “Well,” he says, as if it’s obvious, “you killed the Monster, right?”

Tommy feels very, very cold.

“You slayed the Monster, you saved the SMP,” Dream continues on, oblivious to Tommy’s ashen face, “Twice, actually, but once from the Monster! From... me. And that’s a good thing! Because if you hadn’t, I would’ve hurt more people and more things. And...”

A shadow of the past crosses Dream’s face in shade and darkness, a brief cluster of something black and ancient settling over him, before he shakes it off in an instant, tucking his hands carefully into his pockets before pulling them out again, cradling three flowers in his hands.

Tommy’s stomach turns. Purple hyacinths. Dream looks like he’s been holding onto them for a while. 

“And I don’t want to hurt anybody.” Dream nods, keeping his eyes fixed on the flower. “I didn’t wanna hurt anyone ever. Well... I think I did, at one point. But- at the beginning. At the end. I didn’t wanna hurt anybody then.”

“You...” Tommy’s voice comes out croaky. “You think me killing you was a good thing?”

Dream’s eyes flicker to his, something wise behind them for a split second. “I think,” he says softly, “that you did what was best. And I’m happy you killed me.”

It’s hard to breathe for a minute. Tommy can only stare, silent, speechless, at the other, because fucking hell, what do you even say in that situation? You didn’t get taught how to talk to your killer and abuser turned murder and abuse victim in school, not that he’d fucking went to school in the first place, but even if he had, he’s certain it wouldn’t have helped. He tries to picture himself being honest for a second, tries to picture some sort of apology or potential conversation - ‘sorry I killed you! Know you were going through a rough patch considering you’d been tortured, but in my defense I thought you were going to hurt me and you were about to kill my best friend who had also gone off his rocker, so I didn’t really have a choice! Let me make it up to you.’ - it’s a weak fucking excuse.

This is so difficult. 

“I’m not,” he replies at last, watching Dream’s eyes widen in surprise, “glad I killed you, I mean. I wish to fucking Prime I hadn’t needed to.”

"You killed the Monster.”

“I killed you,” Tommy says firmly, “and you’re a fucking dickhead, but you’re- I don’t know, towards the end, you weren’t. Towards the end, you were...”

“Scared,” Dream murmurs. He’s not looking at Tommy anymore. His eyes are fixed back on the flower, distant, sorrowful looking. “I think I remember being scared.”

Tommy thinks of the wide eyed desperate terror Dream had fought with, remembers his laugh that had sounded more like a sob, remembers how messy the whole battle had been. “Yeah.” He swallows. “You were scared.”

And what is there to say after that? He’s scared to push too far, scared that Dream will snap, scared that he will snap, scared that Dream won’t remember and scared that he will. Everything is so fucking complicated when it comes to Dream and the past - maybe that’s why he’s here. Maybe he wants to make things more simple. Exhaling heavily, Tommy swipes a hand over his face, annoyed at the tears building up in the back of his throat. 

“Can I ask you something?” He asks, and Dream, looking unsure, nods.

“Sure. Can I ask you something after?”

Tommy considers saying no. “Depends,” he says, just to be difficult, and is rewarded with a faint smile, “I wanted to know....”

He pauses, struggling to figure out how to word this properly. There really is no polite way of asking these questions, even if he’d cared - not that he did, because politeness and TommyInnit don’t exactly go hand-in-hand - but it still feels awkward to say.

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finally time to vote again !! sorry this one took a few hours, the timings with the last one got all fucked up :’) you have 15 minutes (22:30PM BST) to choose!!

1. WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER OF BEFORE YOU DIED?

2. WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER OF AFTER YOU DIED?

[UNLOCKED] 3. HOW DID YOU KNOW YOU WERE THE MONSTER?

[officialflowercarmel-sundell]

((Hello, Orange Lily. I'm sure you think that "You" were saved, but I don't think that Flower would say that. And yeah, I know you're in her body and was created when she lost all her memories and are aware of her, but you're missing a fundamental piece of her person.))

((Herself.))

((A person is not defined by their physical self. Otherwise, well, a lot or racist, sexist, and queerphobic people would be right about a lot of things, and, obviously, they aren't. No, a person is defined by their own mind. You, Orange Lily, White Lily, and the others have none of the memories of the original Flower, nor any of the original personality. You, Arent, Her.))

((But that doesn't mean you aren't a person. Multiple, actually. I know someone, you could say a friend. I've been told you met him already. He's really smart, the type of person who could build a literal Plot Device. He could separate the lot of you, give each one a synthetic body made of organic matter. Whoever likes whoever can stay together and whoever doesn't can not. All I ask for in return is you allow us to use Flower's original body. I know you two aren't exactly close, and you have no reason to trust me, but what do you have to lose?))

((The building you were protecting doesn't exist anymore, anyway.))

Orange was completely silent. Angry tears now running down her cheeks. "You want to see her so badly...... Fine then.... If you think that she'll confirm your theory that we are her.... I-" White Lily took control.

"Seriously, I was trying to give you people the benefit of the doubt then you call us liers! What do we have left to lose..... Honestly.....?" White Lily began. As her eyes turn to purple with hyacinth flowers as the pupil. This person was sobbing.

"I- We... We have nothing!!! Maybe we should all just be dead!!!!" This new person says. They were sobbing as they gripped their head. "I mean what do we have left for us?!?" As Orange Lily took back control. And wiped the tears.

"Purple hyacinth.... It's alright. They are just spitting lies. Look what you did. Now you got a sad one to show. Ugh! But you want to see Flower right? Heh then guess I go get her." As Orange Lily let's go. Flower's body collapses to the ground. As when she opens her eyes it's Flower's normal eyes. As Flower looks around.

[maira-writes-shit]

You look cute

Tanizaki Junichirou x Tachihara Michizou

Tattoo parlor x Flower shop AU, meeting, fluff

Junichirou was a very simple person.

He loved his sister, his friends and his job.

He was a florist for one of the best flower shops in town.

Junichirou was currently working on a arrangement for one of their frequent customers. It was a old man that came by every week or so to get a small arrangement for his wife. They had been together for over 50 years now.

The redhead smiled down at the arrangement he just finished.

Their relationship is so sweet...I wish I could have that...

“Tanizaki! You’re back here, right?“

The man in question turned around to see his best friend Atsushi waving at him from the front of the shop.

The redhead nodded and walked out of the back room to the front the shop.

It wasn’t the biggest size wise and it was stacked with plants but it felt as much as home as the little apartment he and Naomi lived in.

„Aku is taking me out on a date. Could you cover my shift for today? Only if you're finished of course!“

„Sure thing, Atsushi! Don’t worry you’ll be fine!“

“Thanks you’re the best!“ the white haired boy then vanished into the back with a big smile on his face.

The older of the two looked at the closing door with a soft smile.

He had sadly been on the receiving end of most of his coworkers rants about this guy he constantly butted heads with but still somehow thought was kind of cute. It actually hadn't been that long ago when Atsushi had finally mastered the courage to ask Akutagawa out.

Junichirou was happy for him (also maybe because he wouldn't get random 3am calls of Atsushi screaming about said boy anymore...hopefully).

Since it was the late afternoon the shift didn't have many customers.

There was the old man coming to get his arrangement, a young man buying the classic (roses), a bride that came to check up on a few things and a mother and her little daughter who bought a couple of single flowers.

Junichirou helped them all and then sat back just scrolling on his phone.

He was just looking at the clock and realizing he should slowly start to close the shop, when the little bell above the stores door jingled.

The florist looked up to see a man standing slightly awkward in the door.

...a very handsome man.

He was around Junichirou's hight, with red hair some shades darker than Junichirou. The man wore a cropped green jaket and a white V-neck shirt as well as...a band aid on his nose?

Wierd fashion choice...b ut it doese look good on him.

He'd look good in everything.

Jun we don't even know his name!

I'm just saying!

Junichirou shook his head to get rid of his thoughts as he put on a smile again.

"May I help you?"

The man jumped a little but then went up to the desk at which the other redhead was sitting.

"Uh yeah. I think you can." Junicirou chuckled. "And how?"

The man rolled his eyes but his cheeks were tinted a light pink.

"I just need an arrangement for the front window of the place I work at." "Oh so you can say stuff that makes sense!"

Junichirou was usually not like this, especially to customers. He didn't know what it was about this guy that made it so easy for him to tease and joke but if he was honest...he liked it.

The redhead in front of him snorted and raised an eyebrow.

"So now that we've established that-" Junichirou stood up and grabbed his notebook and pen. "-what's the style you're going for?"

"Well it's a tattoo shop-" "The one down the street?" "-Uh yeah. Do you know it?"

The florist tapped his pen on the notebook.

"Yeah my coworkers boyfriend works there..." ,he mumbled as he walked over to some of the flowers in he coner that might be of intrest for the man.

"Oh-um well then if you've been there before you should know what type of aesthetic, I guess, we are going for, right?"

Junichirou hummed.

"'kay so I have some ideas. The thing is just you came very shortly before closing and frankly I have a sister at home that will beat the shit out of me if I'm not back on time so-"

The redhead went into the back to get his bag.

"_don't worry I'll have the arrangement finished tomorrow at noon. I'll just need you to write down your name and if you want it to be brought to the shop of course where the shop is. Please make it fast I can't be late."

The taller man in front of him looked slightly speachless but then seemed to regain his mind because he started writing the information down on the pice of paper JUnichirou had given him.

Tachihara Michizou, huh?

I'll remeber that...

Tachihara seemed to linger for a few seconds too long until he then turned around and walked to the shops door.

"Oh yeah by the way."

JUnichirou looked back up.

"You look cute." ,he winked. "Well see ya sometime, Red!"

JUnichirou just looked at the door closing with his mouth open.

"Wha-what the fuck just happned?!"

Honestly Junichirou was just confused.

He walked the short way to his and Naomi’s apartment without paying attention to anyrhing, nearly getting hit by a car.

He was so distracted that even completely ignored his sister who jumped to hug him the second he opened the door, which wasn’t good.

“Hey! Are you ignoring me?!“

“H-huh? Oh! Sorry Naomi!“

“Something must have happned at work today.“ the redhead could feel his cheeks heating up. „So I’m right!“

“Yeah ok ok you’re right.“ Junichirou walked around his sister into the kitchen, where he opened the cupboard to get out two bowls.

“So tell me!“

„You‘re a noisy one, aren’t you?“ „Hey! Don’t be mean to your adorable little sister!“

The siblings sat down as the water started to boil.

There was a comfortable silence between them even if Junichirou could practically feel Naomi‘s questions floating in the air.

“Ok it has to do with a customer.“ Naomi gave the happy little squeak she always gave when he told her, as she called it, „The tea“ from work.

“So I was just about to close where this guy came in.“ his sister seemed to visibly get even more intrigued.

„He was like really handsome. He was tall, had red hair, intense eyes and I’m pretty sure he wore eyeliner. He had an interesting fashion style and had a bunch of tattoos, because he works at the tattoo parlor Atsushi‘s boyfriend also works at.“

Naomi hummed with a smirk on her lips, as she held her head in her hands.

“Well he walked in last minute and asked for an arrangement for the front of their parlor. And of course I was like: „sure I’ll do it. It’ll be done by tomorrow just give me the name of the place and I’ll deliver it“, right?“ Naomi nodded.

“And everything is fine everything is normal.“ his sister raised an eyebrow. „Ok normal with a little bit more blushing.“

“Anyway! He walks out but just before he leaves he turns around to me and says, and I quote: „You look cute.“ and then he winked at me and left!“

The black haired girl in front of him gasped. „He winked?! No he didn’t!“ „Yes he did!“ „Oh god!“

The water was finally done boiling so Junichirou stood up to get it and finish their dinner.

“Well he seems to like you. Wait- did you get his name?“ „Uh- yeah I did. I need it for the delivery and everything, remember?“ „Yeah yeah. So what is it?“ „Tachihara…Michizou Tachihara.“

Even if Junichirou didn’t like the expression on his sisters face he just ignored it and sat down in front of her with the food.

„Good Morning Jun!“

„AHH Oh god Naomi don’t scare me like that!“

“Yeah yeah whatever. Come on I need to show you something!“

„Wait don’t I need to go to-wait it’s 6am. What the fuck Are you doing awake?“ „Pssst!“

Naomi basically ran through their small apartment dragging a very tried Junichirou behind her.

On the small couch the siblings own sat a girl with red glasses, long brown hair and tried looking green eyes.

Haruno, his sisters girlfriend.

„Good morning Haruno.“ „Good Morning Junichirou“, she said giving him a small smile. They suffered together by the hands of the one, Naomi Tanizaki.

“We found something out. Sit down.“ The black haired girl grabbed to open laptop sitting on the table in front of the couch.

With „we“ she probably mean Haruno, and she was just cuddling her half the time…

“Michizou Tachihara, 22 years of age, Tattoo artist. He’s currently single and a bisexual. He has been working at Port tattoo for about 2 or 3 years, not sure about that one. He’s pretty good friends with someone called Gin Akutagawa, but don’t worry they have a girlfriend.“

“Also before you ask: yes Gin is related to Atsushi‘s boyfriend. They are siblings“, Naomi‘s girlfriend piped up.

Junichirou was just stunned.

“Wha-what? When? How? Did you guys even sleep?!“

“No we did not but that is not important! What’s important is that we now know that he is single and probably attracted to you.“

He had no words.

Junichirou was distracted again.

He was just working on an arrangement for a handsome bisexual guy who told him he looked cute…

What the actual fuck?!

He took a step back.

The arrangement was beautiful, one of his best works he’d say.

A lot of dark blues and purples.

The hyacinths blending beautifully with the cornflowers. Just all in all pretty.

Sure he thought it was kind of embarrassing adding the cornflowers, he knew a lot about flower language after all but most of his customers didn’t really care especially for these types of jobs so the redhead bushed those thoughts to the back of his head.

Junichirou took a deep breath.

Lets do this!

Be confident!

He took the arrangement.

The walk wasn’t going to be long so it was fine for him to just carry it.

“Ok I’m off, Atsushi! See you in a bit!“ „Yeah sure thing, Tani!“

…

The walk to the tattoo parlor was blurr and now he was standing in front of it.

Oh fucking god-

Deep breaths Junichirou

Deep breaths

And he walked in.

“Hello how can I help you?“

The woman at the front was a little older than him, had blond hair that she had in a bun and had warm brown eyes. She looked nice.

“Uh I need to talk to uhm Tachihara?“

She eyed him a little bit visibly inspecting the vase in his hand.

She gave him a smirk.

“Yeah he should be free I’ll tell him.“

“Thank you…“

He had only ever been in here once. He had to wait in the front room as Atsushi and Akutagawa were at each other’s throats agin. Oh how happy he was they were dating now. Less fighting…less.

The place looked nice though.

Even if it had a rather cool color palette with a lot of blues, purples and blacks it still seemed very cozy and the seats were the softest things Junichirou‘s ass had ever touched.

Some of the work by the artist that worked here was displayed on the walls. These people were so goddamm talented.

[miru-n]

★A3! BD Scout has begun!★

The June Birthday Premium Tryouts have begun! Today (6/5) is your only chance to get a birthday-themed SSR of Miru! Or is it? Check in-game for all the details!

I usually just do silly doodles for my birthday, but hey, spoiling myself is not bad every once in a while hehe

Imma rambles about my self insert and what i put on these fake Glitter card, this will be long so no need to read this~

First, I'll talk about flower motif!

I choose hydrangea as my flower motif for my a3 self insert.

Hydrangea is one of my favorite flower, along with Hyacinth and Orchid.

My knowledge on hanakotoba is basically 0 lol but i feel like hydrangea resonates more with me, both the positive meanings (desire to understand others, sincerity/honesty) and the negative meanings (boastful, distant, bitter, regret).

When I was a kid, grandma told me the story about the Japanese emperor used the flower to show how sincere he is on his apology to his wife? Someone idk. And she also told me that one story someone burried a dead body and then bright colorful hydrangeas started to bloom on the patch where the body got burried. The duality lol

I also love this fun fact about hydrangea because honestly? Mood. I'm needy and clingy, so i love affection ww. But if you shower me with too much love? I go bye-bye lol

I had a hard time making the symbol of the flower for the card that fits with the other characters flower symbol, but i managed to make with the same style. I used photos bellow as my reference

Second, backgrounds for the unbloom card!

Drama card because other June boys' Glitter cards are Comedy and Action. Ok easy.

When making the card, I keep in mind if I can stitch my card with other characters.

Green on left because previous birthday in a3 was Citron. Yellow on left because Misumi's birthdaybis next after mine (mine's 5th June, his is 6th hehe).

The star balloons is such a coincidence on technical wise lol. Misumi got them on his unbloom card, that's one of the excuse why I put those. But! I love stars so it works out well when making my unbloom card lol. I love stars, but I can't identify any star or constellation if my life depends on it ww the only constellation I know is Gemini. Which is a coincidence because it's also my zodiac. So that's why from all the random balloon stars and the glittery star accessories on the background, you can spot Gemini on bottom left.

If you see on bottom right, you might notice something that does not look like a star or constellation.

It's the symbol of High Priestess. Besides star, I also love tarot ww. I was so into tarot on my middle school era and still got a deck of tarot cards on my table (blame Persona 3). Everytime I do a tarot reading by myself, from random internet quiz, from an actual tarot reader, that fucking card always pops out. And the way it reads always pissed me off www even more pissed because everyone I know said 'yeah that's so you/oof that sounds just like your luck'. WTF DOES THAT MEAAAN AHDJDKAKA. Anyway my self insert arcana on Persona Series is The High Priestess so... LOL

Purple is one of my favorite color (besides yellow, red and black). So I just decide purple as the background color

And last but not least, the bloomed card!

Tried to do the same concept of using mirror to symbolize my zodiac like the other June boys.

Why is the glass art contains Mondrian art and not just my flower motif like other characters? I want something obnoxious to scream 'hello i'm an artist' lol. I wanted to do Alphonse Mucha art (since he is my favorite old timer artist) with beautiful hydrangeas as the glass art.

........But i still love my hands ok, not today carpal tunnel. So I noped out and settle with Mondrian instead (flashback to uni year where I got assignment to mimick your favorite artist and god do I regret loving Alphonse Mucha's art. Atleast I got A on that class so it paid off 🕺)

The gold patterns on my Glitter outfit is a Batik pattern! Hohoho Indonesia History time for anyone who still read up to this point! I took Batik class on uni and worked as Lecturer Assistant y'all better listen to me or I'll kick your kneecaps.

It’s loosely based from Batik Truntum! It’s from Java, and means ‘love and loyalty’ or ‘loves that blooms again’. History wise, the royalty family give this Batik to someone they love, trying to court or just a gift to family. The name Truntum itself came from the word ‘Taruntum’, which means ‘to grow/bloom again’. There’s so many romance stories behind this Batik. But this one I found so fucking funny because a king is trying to marry a new woman (idk the english, you know, when king got married millions of women?). His queen got so sad, so she started making a Batik to cheer herself up. She ended up loving the result and gave it to the king as a present. Then the king goes ‘damn she gave me this Batik, that means she’s loyal. looks like I won’t marry another women’ wwwwww

For the outfit, hoodie is because I love wearing one even when it’s 45 degree celcius outside lmao dont judge me.

The ring is what i usually wear. It’s a promise ring. The ring cost 1$ tho LOL that’s how cheap my promise is, so don’t hold onto any of my promise ww

The scarf that wrap around my body is... kinda sentimental symbol. I’d rather not explain that one ww maybe one day!

That’s all! If you read it all till this part, thank you so much ww