#anywho self indulgent au time

[shazos]

vampire au harley🌙

[fxtalitygod]

EPILOGUE. ~Survival~

Genre: Historical AU, angst, mature, suggestive, arranged-marriage

Warnings: Dark themes, gore, graphic imagery, theme/depictions of horror, body horror, swearing/language, suggestive, pregnancy mentions, mentions and acts of suicide, arguments, mentions of adult murder, Pet name (Little Flower 1-2x) implied Stockholm Syndrome, grief imagery, images/depictions of dead bodies, murder, character death(s), slight misogynistic themes (if you squint), implied incest mentions

Word Count: 5.9k

A/N: Today marks the day I finish this series. Guys, I cannot believe it took me two years to finish this damned series. Do not get me wrong, I loved writing it, but boy, it was a major pain in my ass. As corny as it sounds, thank you all for sticking with me throughout this series. When I originally posted the first chapter, I did not expect ANY attention whatsoever; it was just a self-indulgent thing I wanted to write because I wanted a better representation of (Y/n) where, yeah, she may not be the strongest. However, she still knows how to make do with what she has and make that her strength. I also wanted to give a more realistic relationship with the pairing. As much as I love Sukuna's character, I did not believe him to be a character capable of "true love" but a character that values others but not in the way you might think. I'm talking literal value, currency value, and benefit value. I wanted a more realistic take on the story because I did not know how many more historical "Kuna," "Suku," or "Kunie" stories I could take. No hate for those who write it or those who enjoy it; it just isn't my personal cup of tea. I like true crime and dark stories (I have this serial killer project that I'm stoked about because I know I will get my group an A+), so I tend to enjoy those darker sides, which I believe is why I like Sukuna's character so much, he just feeds into that side of me. There are some of the fantasies I enjoy where Sukuna is non-canon, such as AUs and all that, but when it comes to JJK's storyline or his historical AUs, I tend to fall short of enjoyment of that type of fantasy.

Anywho, thank you all for sticking around and enjoy the epilogue. I hope it was worth the wait. I may or may not have written three times because my perfectionism kicked in every time I proofread it, and I found something I did not like and scraped half the chapter. I bet I'll find a little thing here and there when I post this. Still, it won't be anything noticeable, something along the lines of my tags and probably my TW, though Im usually very on point with those kinds of things. Still, it always seems that AFTER I make the post, I really start to notice things even after proofreading it 50x.

P.S. I plan to do a behind-the-scenes post on all my original ideas. I have worked on this little project for two years, so you bet I had alternatives. Feel free to send me asks or messages asking me about things you are curious about, and I will gladly answer.

JJK Mlist•Taglist Rules• • Pt.I • Pt. II • Pt. III • Pt. IV • Pt. V • Pt. VI • Pt.VII • Pt. VIII • Pt. IX • Pt. X • Epilogue

The market was bustling at this time of day. Workers were heading home from a hard day of work, rushing through the roads as they grabbed ingredients and materials for their households to prepare their meals and homes; everything was so normal...and if she were being honest, it felt strange. The confined life of the temple had practically become a comfort, so when presented with a slice of normalcy, it was foreign and, if she were being honest, alarming as well.

Having so much freedom was intimidating and overwhelming– the fear of having something good and it being taken away was a looming thought that brought many anxieties.

Years have passed since that fated day, Sukuna Ryomen's downfall. Since the fire and the slaughter that had immersed, Sukuna's actions had remained silent. There were whispers of sightings and rumors that the curse user had met his demise, but she knew better. Sukuna Ryomen was unkillable, and if anybody had truly caught a glance of him, they would be dead before they could live and tell the tale.

"Mama."

The world seemed to stop as the word processed through her head. Blood ran cold, and breaths of air seemed to come in at a faster rate. The woman turned to the little girl holding her hand, causing her heart to shatter.

"Darling, I told you not to refer to me as your mother, remember?"

The question remained as a statement rather than an inquiry as if refamiliarizing the child with a rule she had been reacquainted with on multiple occasions.

"I-I know that, but why can I not? You care for me like a mother, so why can I not call you my mother?'

"We have discussed this before, child," the woman sighed, "I believe it unfair to be taking the title of your actual mother."

"Well, if my real mother had not given me away, it would not be like this..."

Pausing mid-step, the caretaker held her breath, controlling the emotions and memories that flashed through her mind. The girl's sentence rang through her head, eliciting a feeling she was not commonly met with... aggravation. With no hesitance, the woman's minimal steps turned into longer strides, her grip even firmer on the young girl's hand. Getting to their place of lodging was more vital than anything, as she wanted to avoid discussing such sensitive matters in a public setting. Prying ears were close enough in such a crowded setting.

Upon reaching the home, the stand-in mother pulled the child inside before shutting the door. She swiftly bent down to the young one's level and took the child's shoulders into her hands. The little girl was shocked by the woman's reaction, staying silent and still as if afraid of what was to come next.

"Child, I will not hear you speak such false claims of your mother. You do not know the sacrifices she made to get you here."

The girl's expression of fear shifted from dread to shame. Her face was red from embarrassment after she was caught for her prior statement. However, as children do, she made it her goal to justify herself.

"What is the point of her sacrifice if she left me. Did she not want to be around me?"

"She did not leave you; if she were still in this world, trust me, she would be right here with you!"

The caregiver's words came out with little thought; all she knew was that she would not tolerate the little girl's false assumptions. However, now that the words spilled out of her mouth, she began to regret them. Seeing the tears well up in the girl's eyes made her wish she had phrased it differently.

"What do you mean?"

The caretaker cursed under her breath before inhaling through her nose, exhaling softly before speaking.

"You deserve the truth, my dear, and the truth is that your mother sacrificed her life to ensure you had a good one. She loved you so much that she valued your life more than hers. You might not understand this now, but that is a mother's love." The woman's breath stuttered, "She loved you more than you could ever know. I will not claim the title as your mother for that reason."

The girl was overwhelmed with emotion, only knowing how to express it through tears. The woman could not bear it and brought the girl close to her chest, embracing her to give any form of comfort that might help– it broke her heart to hear the child's quiet sobs.

After calming down, the kid spoke, though with some light chokes.

"W-what s-should I call you then?"

The warden took a sigh as she thought over her charges question. In all honesty, she had no idea what to say. What answer could she even give her? She could not allow her real name to float between the child's tongue as it would expose her identity. What name could she let the child speak?

"Hmm," the woman loosened her embrace, looking the little girl in the eye with a soft smile, "What do you think you should call me?"

The girl tilted her head, wanting more elaboration.

The lady chuckled softly, "What do you think my name should be, child?"

The caregiver had expected the girl to take some time to come up with an answer; however, the kid took no hesitation when she blurted out...

"Makato-san!"

Silenced engulfed the home as her caregiver failed to respond.

"Makato-san, I'm going to the market. Do you need anything?"

Another prolonged stillness as the young lady waited for a response.

The girl scrunched her brows in concern, extending her neck to look further into the room as if the individual she was looking for would appear. With the growing silence, the young adult searched the home for her guardian.

"Makato-san?"

She searched and examined the silent home with slight panic before finally stumbling upon the older woman, staring blankly at the floor she was kneeling on– unresponsive as she continued to stare.

With caution, Y/n's daughter reached her hand out to her caregiver's, placing it on the woman's shoulder. The response she got was one she had not expected.

The Makato turned suddenly, grabbing onto the young woman's wrist with an ungodly strength that even the girl was unaware of. This caused the girl to wince in pain as she tried to pull her arm away. Her arm was turning a light purple from the lack of circulation, proving the grip's vice.

Despite her fear, the charge could only feel concerned as her caregiver made eye contact, tears welling up in her eyes. It stayed like that for a couple more seconds before she snapped back into reality, gasping as she was presented with the image of her actions, quickly letting go of the young lady's arm.

"I'm so sorry, my Dear. I did not mean to...I was just..." The woman paused, swallowing her following words; however, her stutter did not disappear: "D-D-Did you need something, m-my, Dear?"

"I was preparing to leave and was going to ask if you needed anything from that market," the girl paused, choosing her next words carefully. Makato-san, you've been acting strange as of late. Is everything alright?"

The young woman was old enough to recognize the hesitance in her caretaker's features and the short lack of response.

"Whatever do you mean, Darling?"

"Please do not take me a fool," the youthful female voiced before sighing and looking at Makato in pity, "I'm worried for you, Makato-san. Ever since the refugees from the other village came, you have been behaving irregularly."

The refugees.

To say that their arrival was a shock was an understatement. At first, Makato thought nothing of it until the newcomers began to tell their stories. Their village was burned in a monstrous fire by a "crazed" sorcerer, and their home was now unsustainable to live in as it was left entirely in shambles. Despite this information, Makato thought little of it as there had been few stories of criminal sorcerers destroying homes, most being "inspired" by Sukuna's actions after his sudden hiatus. It was not until an elderly woman, who she happened to hear at random, described the appearance of the sorcerer.

"He was monstrous, the vile thing; he had four arms and two faces if you do not count that horrid mouth on his stomach. I watched both of them grin as it chewed on the remains of my eldest son." the elder choked and sobbed as the memory came back to taunt her.

Makato's heart dropped to her stomach. Rushing home in search of her charge, she found the girl working on her studies. Seeing the child she worked so hard to raise brought relief, but it was not long before the memories and visions began to haunt her. Sometimes, she would see you standing there, looking down at her, motionless and silent, with a pained, pitful look.

She hated it.

When you looked at her that way, she felt weak and vulnerable—as if she were failing. She was not as cool and calculating as you were, nor as confident or intimidating. Had you been here, you would have more than likely been able to disappear from society and find a nice, quiet life for yourself and your daughter. But you were not here; that was the problem– you were just a figment of her imagination.

Even then, she wanted you to stop looking at her that way.

Sometimes, she was left in her privacy and saw your vision appear to accompany her. It would drive her mad as she tried to convince you, even herself, that she was doing enough. She would speak into the silence of the room and get no response.

"What else could you want with me? I am doing everything I can!"

Silence.

"I am happy. She is happy. We are happy. Is that not enough for you?"

Silence.

"He thinks she is dead– he thinks I am dead! There is no possible way that..."

Silence.

"Please, stop looking at me that way. I am capable of doing this...please have faith in me."

"Makato-san?"

Pulling herself from her thoughts, Makato tracked what the girl had said earlier, not wanting to worry about her charge further.

"I apologize for my irregular behavior, my Dear. I can assure you that I am alright. I have had a lot of stress these days regarding the refugees. I want to do my part to assist them, but I have been running myself ragged and am just...tired."

The girl hesitated, not wanting to accept her caretaker's excuse, but she knew pushing the subject would not do her any good, so she nodded in understanding. The worst part is that Makato knew your daughter was aware of her white lie, but she would not admit it for some slim hope that the girl honestly did not know. Sometimes, she wished your daughter had not inherited your intelligence and perception.

"Do you need anything from the market, Makato-san? I plan on leaving soon to aid the refugees."

"No, I believe we have enough supplied for quite a while. All that I ask of you is to be safe, Darling."

Your daughter agreed, letting a soft smile slip onto her face before hugging Makato. The woman accepted the embrace before experiencing a wave of realization. Intelligence and perception were not the only things she inherited from you; she happened to be a real beauty as well.

"My Dear, if you plan on seeing that boy of yours, speak your peace now and know that I only want you to be safe and happy."

The girl struggled to find words before lowering her head in embarrassment, her face bright red with fluster.

"You are of age now, and I want you to know the responsibilities that rest on your shoulders."

"Makato-san, I never meant to keep it a secret. I just...I was afraid of your disapproval."

The more experienced woman could understand where she was coming from. Long ago, she was in the girl's position. However, she was never allowed to pursue her love due to the circumstances of her arrangement, but that does not mean she did not try. Despite her efforts to keep her relationship together, it was all for not in the end. She was given away as a sacrificial lamb to a monster.

Your daughter had a chance of love, and the caregiver would not squander it for her. She wanted your daughter to have a chance at a relationship she never had. Maybe it was questionable on her part due to the circumstances of her mission, but she did not entirely care. She just wanted your daughter to have a normal life.

She knew that was what you had wanted for your child.

"I do not disapprove, Darling. I just want you to be happy and to be careful."

"I promise that I will Makato-san."

There was a pause of awkward silence before the young woman embraced Makato once more.

"Thank you, I'll be back soon."

Makato smiled as she watched her ward leave the home. She had no problem admitting she was happy for the girl, but something deep within her told her it was a bad idea. It was hard for her to come to terms with, but she had an itching feeling that did not settle with her.

The world was perfect at the moment. Your daughter had put smiles on faces from her charity and was now being rewarded with a proposal for her marriage. She hugged her lover, showing her love and adoration in any way appropriate for their stage in relationship. If you were here, you would be beaming with joy, giving consent to the marriage with no hesitation because this is all you could ever want for your girl, and it would have been all you wanted for your twins.

You never had a chance of love and a happy life; seeing your children be able to pursue their lives to the fullest, especially in romantics, would have been considered a blessing to you.

"This is the happiest day of my life, honestly, but have you received my guardian's blessing?"

The young man chuckled, caressing her cheek reassuringly, "I plan on coming over for dinner tonight to ask for your hand properly if you will have me."

The girl could only agree eagerly through her expressions, unable to speak in fear of shouting instead of politely inviting him. Hugging him one last time before parting to rush home and prepare their meal; however, a chill went up her spine the moment she left; everything felt cold, and she could not explain why. Maybe it was the lack of his embrace, but she had never felt that way. There was only one good reason she could name.

Her nerves were getting the best of her...

"What if Makato-san declines."

The young woman's moods changed throughout the day as she prepared for the most significant evening of her life. One moment, she had the goofiest, filled with overwhelming joy, but there were other times when she would find herself chewing her nails from anxiety, and right now, she was having one of those times.

"Dear, stop that. This behavior is far from healthy. What has you behaving this way?"

"Nothing, everything is fine. I suppose I'm just hoping dinner will turn out acceptable tonight."

"Dear, please do not insult my intelligence with these excuses. What is going on that you are not telling me?"

"Well, I—" there was a pause. How was the ward supposed to say anything without giving anything away?

"You what? Spit it out, child, you are worrying me."

"I cannot say. I am sorry. But do not worry, please; something good is about to happen. Please trust me on this."

Makato chewed the inside of her cheek. She did trust her ward, but she had this gut feeling, this sickening feeling that she could not name. Maybe it was just her nerves getting the best of her, so she pushed it aside. She trusted your daughter, the only trustworthy person that Makato knew.

"Alright... is there anything you need help with?

The younger one smiled sweetly, taking her caretaker's hands in her own.

"No, I have it handled. You have been so stressed the past few days that you should just relax. Tonight, all your worries will be washed away." With that, she parted to continue her work for the big news. She was all but too excited.

She was also naive.

She was a sweet little girl, but she was naive. To think all of Makato's worries and problems would go away by simply relaxing, through sweet and simple gestures, was an innocent way to think. It was how Makato raised that girl because she wanted that sweet little girl to have that luxury. There were times she wondered if she had made the right choice, but then she would remember what pain looked like and what too much experience could do to a person.

No, she made the right decision. This is what you would have wanted.

Right?

Yes.

Makato went, and she sat as the young woman finished her final preparations for the meal. The girl looked more stressed than ever, rushing at the final threshold, but it seemed that preparations were finished and she was filling time. She found little things to do that held no significance. She was in her head, making Makato question if everything was truly fine.

Then, the footsteps could be heard. He was here, and everything was going to change. Life was going to change, and it was between her and that door. The biggest day of her life was only a dinner conversation away. So she opened the door and was presented with an image she thought she would never see or experience.

"We must leave. The village is under attack, and we do not have much time."

The smell of smoke was strong, and embers could be seen from a not-to0-far distance. The world came crashing down, and she could not say a thing. She could only stand there with an oblivious smile.

"What?"

Fear, confusion, anger, any negative emotion she could feel, she was feeling. This was not how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to get a blessing and marry the man of her dreams. Why now? Why this? This could not be real, there was no way.

If the world had crashed down for your daughter, the heavens collided into the earth, dissipating everything in its path in Makato's eyes. The older woman stood, no thoughts running in her head as she strided to the boy, grabbing him by his garments

"You tell me now, and you tell me true, boy! What did you see?!"

Her sudden actions left him too stunned to speak, but after some shaking and calling for his attention, he found himself capable of a response.

"Makato-san, what is happening?" It was like everything hit her at once, but she was still trying to understand why it was happening today– why it was happening now at the most crucial moment of her life.

"I do not know what it was, but it was a man of stature. He was disfigured; he had two faces and four arms. He came without warning, started flames, and began a massacre. His face was cold, as if he felt absolutely nothing."

There was no doubt in her mind that it was him, no doubt her former husband as reigning terror; however, based on the emotionless state of his ambush, bloodshed was beginning to lose its flavor. It was comical, but as much as it had some humor, this was no joke. This was all too real.

Makato grabbed your daughter's shoulder, pulling her out of her shock. Tears were in her eyes, looking at her caretaker pitifully.

"Makato-san, what is happening?"

She was naive, and being naive was safe, but being naive was also unrealistic. Makato gave the girl a sheltered life, eliminating the possibility of danger to the girl. That was no way to live.

"Your father, that is what is happening."

"What?"

And the shock returned. Makato made an effort to avoid mentioning Sukuna in conversation, only mentioning you in light memory. As far as your daughter was concerned, her father did not exist...until now.

"That so-called man is your father, Ryomen Sukuna. That is the man who drove your mother to eventually kill herself," A pause, licking her lip as she readied herself to elaborate, "Your mother sacrificed herself to protect you from him. He drained the life from her and left her no choice but to die, but she gave it purpose. She died to give you a life, a life away from him."

"I-" Your daughter was at a loss for words. Everything was hitting her too fast.

"I thought I was doing the right thing by keeping it from you. I wanted you to have an everyday life, but I should have noticed sooner or later that the truth would reveal itself and that he would present himself one day."

There was nothing to say, only to exchange expressions of fear and dismay.

"W-Well, what do we do now?"

"We run."

Taking the two charges, Makato grabbed whatever necessities they needed to start a new life. She had been planning this since the day she ran from the temple. She would admit that now, with a third party, it would be more complicated than she had intended, but they would make do.

They exited the home frantic. The smell of smoke became more potent, and the embers were closer than before. The flames became more evident as they spread. Any entrance to the main road would have been a route to death, but Makato had never planned to use that path. There was a back trail through the woods, one she had discovered when your little girl was merely five years of age.

They ran towards the thicket, avoiding as many obstacles as possible. Things were looking smooth, with hardly any disruptions. It was almost serene, but that was the issue. To have such tranquility was a nauseating notion for mayhem being at their backs.

It was too quiet to be safe.

And that is when she knew to push the girl and her lover aside, veiling their presence with her technique before everything went black.

Ringing...

Ringing...

And more ringing...

The lights were brighter, and the smoke and ash came straight from the source. She woke up coughing and gasping for air. For a moment, she thought she had been dreaming, immersed in a life that was not hers. Maybe she was waking up, back to her village, back to her parents, back to the life before she got caught in that awful nightmare.

"I am surprised that it was you, of all the women she let live." Sukuna started, looking down at what he believed to be the scum of the earth.

No, it was all too real. His voice registered through her head instantly despite not hearing it in years– at least in person. She had repeated memories, but sometimes she wondered if she had deformed his voice from years of not hearing him speak down on her. Turns out she remembered it accurately. It still managed to send chills down her spine and make her wish to be six feet under the ground.

"I was probably too forgettable for her to ever really care about whether I lived or died." Makato spat.

"That is reasonable enough, but that would not serve her memory well and rather insult her intelligence. I will say that, if anything, my Little Flower was too clever to let such technicality slip from her. She probably pitied you and your fruitless womb, so she gifted you with a child for you to care for in her absence. And knowing your broken state, she probably knew you would be eager at the opportunity."

Makato scowled, turning her gaze to the ground. How dare he speak of you in such a way. He said that as if you were on his level, as devious and conniving as he was, and claimed your actions were selfish when they were the opposite. You did this for her daughter, not for yourself. If you had it your way, you would be there.

"How old is she now?"

She refused to answer, turning her gaze back to the dirt. She did not want to give him the satisfaction of belittling her more than he already had. It was humiliating, but she still had some dignity and a promise she wished to uphold.

"What does it matter? She is dead. (Y/n) told you herself that she was gone."

A sharp pain was felt at the back of her head as he pulled her hair to force the woman to look up at him.

"Do not picture me a fool! For a woman whose last words claimed her daughter was gone, she left me the most humorous smile. I know that age of the girl, but I would rather hear from you, bitch, how long you have been holding her captive."

No response.

"Answer me!" Sukuna snarled, pulling at her scalp once more.

"Nineteen years of age," Makato smiled. Why? Do you wish to act as a father now? Well, you are too LATE! While you were out throwing tantrums, I raised her child, which you would not know how to do without being given exact handwritten instructions."

"On the contrary, you let her potential slip, and now she is nothing but another womb to breed. Unfortunate, due to the heritage of her mother and myself. However, a womb is still useful regardless."

Out of anything Sukuna had done, out of anything he had said to threaten her, that was the most horrifying.

"You are a disgusting bastard."

"Do not speak as if you can fill her shoes as if you have her confidence. You would not be in this position if you were half the woman she was."

"You are right; if I were half the woman she was, I could have easily manipulated you and have you play the role of the arrogant man with an ego so big, he does not notice the knife pointing at his back," A pause as she licked her lips, swallowing to try and quench her dry throat, "Everything that woman did was out of fear, much like everyone else; however, she knew how to tick your interest and she used that to her advantage. Honestly, I am ashamed. I only noticed it when she told me about her plan."

A twitch in his eye, he was irritated. It was known through body language and the knowledge of his nature that he wanted to tear Makato apart, limb from limb, until her body was unrecognizable.

"What? Afraid to face the truth of her decision. She could have run away with ease; she could have killed you, but both of those options would have been considered a mercy for you. She took away the one thing that you valued: herself. That must eat at you a lot."

With a swift motion, he scooped the former wife from her neck, squeezing her throat as he raised her to face him eye-to-eye.

"You are a worthless bitch who cannot even reproduce, summing you up to nothing. What is your worth?"

Nothing but the struggling breaths of the woman attempting to pry herself from this monster's grip.

"Exactly, you are worth nothing."

Darkness, wherever they were, was dark. The girl and her lover were still in the woods, alive as well as they could manage. She could only remember running into this place before being shoved into the dark area. She felt the ground around her and reached her arms out into the pitch black as she tried to navigate this strange place. It scared her.

"Makato-san? Where are you?"

No response, only silence.

It was dark and frightening, and she did not know what to do. What could she do? She could cry, so she did; she cried as she tried to find her way back. This had to be some kind of night terror. She would wake up, and she would be at that doorway, welcoming her lover into their home, eating their meal, and then sharing the news. Her lover would get her caretaker's blessing, get married, and live happily ever after, right?

Dreadfully wrong.

Instead, a hand reached out and pulled her out of the darkness. The world was still unlit, but moonlight and the flames dancing in the distance could be seen nearby; however, she was not a part of the conflict.

She was about to scream, cry for help, anything to get attention drawn to her location, but was stopped by a large palm to the mouth.

"Shhh, my love. It is only me. It will be alright."

For the first time that night, she felt genuine relief. Turning her head to see her man, she looked down at her disheveled features. She weakly smiled, moving herself to embrace him. It all lasted for a few seconds until she realized the missing member of their little group.

"Where is Makato-san?" she whispered.

The man looked down, not daring to respond. She attempted to make eye contact, but he would only look away.

"Where is she?" she insistently asked, but louder.

" I do not know; a couple curse users emerged from the woods. Makato shoved us into the ditch, and when I came out, she was gone."

"Well...Well, we must go look for her."

A grasp to the wrist effectively stopped the girl.

"No, I cannot risk losing you, and I know Makato-san would agree. She would not want you going out to risk your life to save her."

How could he say that? How dare he say that! What right did he have in this decision?

"Then you do not know her." she scowled, trying to withdraw from his hold, but his hand did not budge.

"Then why would she tell you everything had she not already predicted the possibility that she might die."

"Because... because...she needed me to know because if we were going to run away, I would need to put in my own weight by knowing our threat...yes, that was it! Now let me go!" She tried to reason, but not to him—herself.

Denial.

"It was a confession! As if she were lying on her deathbed, she confessed everything to you. She wants you to move on, knowing there are dangers like your father. She wants you to kno-"

"Well, she may not be dead yet, so we have to try!"

With whatever strength she had deep down, she broke free from his grasp, sprinting towards the village and the flame. She could hear him following her, but in her mind, she wanted to believe he was doing it because he could see her reason. He would help; she was sure of it.

She was almost there, and she swore she could see the silhouette of her caretaker, but then she found herself on the ground. It was only for a second before being lifted into the air, a hand covering her mouth as she got further from her destination.

Kicking, muffled screams, and the distant cackling of flames could be heard. She bit her partner’s hand in an attempt that he would let her go from the sudden pain, but he was resistant. He merely grunted and winced while continuing his journey back. But then there was a halt.

There she was, Makato, thrown onto the ground. She could see her in the distance. The woman looked weak but very much alive, and she was right there. The daughter kicked, shoved, jabbed, and bit even more, trying to get loose. However, her lover would not budge because although he could see Makato, he could also see the shadow hovering over the woman, the shadow your daughter was refusing to look at.

Then the shadow disappeared, and the dreadful monster emerged, Sukuna Ryomen, hovering over Makato with disdain. Watching as she tried to crawl away but failed miserably. She was fighting, doing her best, but her fate was inevitable.

Death was the only option, and death is what she got.

Ryomen Sukuna caved into his impulses, ripping her limb from limb until she was unrecognizable. The daughter watched, horrified, as the woman who raised her was mutilated to nothing but a pulp. What sort of sick joke was this? She remained silent as she tried to think of who would pull such a childish trick, watching as the image got smaller until nothing was left. Eventually, it was just a tiny yellow dot in the distance and nothing more; all she could do was look at it.

"Promise me you will live."

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"NOOOOOOOOOO!"

The scream echoed through the dark room, and you tried to comprehend where you were. The walls were closing in, and the air was too thick to breathe. It felt like like suffocation.

What was this?

Why now?

Where is this?

Why is this?

How is-

"Y/n!"

You snapped back into reality, frantically looking at your surroundings to notice you were in your bedroom.

"Y/n, what happened? Are you okay?"

The silence was tense as you sat there, trying to remember your nightmare. You thought long and hard, but in the end, you had nothing.

"I...I don't know."

You heard a sigh, a hand rubbing your back, and another reaching for your cheek, wiping the stray tears you were unaware of.

"Do you want me to stay with you tonight, again?"

Some of you wanted to say no, but the opposing side longed for it. You stared at the clock on the wall before you, reading the time. It was a little past midnight, and you had hardly gotten any rest. You had a big day tomorrow, and rest was crucial to get through your day. God knows the things you would do if you did not properly sleep.

Turning to your twin brother, you weakly nodded, "Okay."

He did not hesitate to tuck you under his arm as if in an attempt to protect you from any harm to come your way, to shield you from the nightmares. However, despite his presence, it was like a part of the dream appeared that you remembered but didn't at the same time.

"Do you think I'll be a good mother?"

"Why are you asking me that?"

"Please just answer me...for my sanity."

Your brother sighed, resting his cheek on your head as he rubbed your shoulder to comfort you.

"Y/n, I have no doubt you will make a great mother. Come on, let's go back to sleep. I'll stay here, and everything will be better in the morning."

"Promise me it will be better in the morning."

"What?"

"You don't have to hold up to it. I just...I just want to hear you say it."

"I promise it will be better in the morning."

"Okay..."

New series?? Sequel???Maybe, but first, a little break ☆~ (˃̵ڡ‘˶ )

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[kalisseo]

HAPPY RE DO AU BIRTHDAY FOR THOSE WHO CELEBRATE !! (me and 2 other people)

anywho. these aren't the final designs but i would've chop off one of my ears and eat it if i didn't finish this today

cleo was supposed to have a different outfit but i was too tired to adapt it to the ch style, same with confucius and jfk

anywho, to anyone who has been following since the start, or recently it doesn't matter, but if you like this thank you so much!! genuinely, this au is literally just for self indulgence, but to anyone who likes it and it's interested im really grateful!! and now it's time to keep going for ANOTHER year because despite this long time, I'm not that close to finishing the story! and there's still lots of stuff i need to post about!!

also, it has a typo but two people told me to leave it that way so i will <3

[hwaslayer]

project: make you love me (jyh) | 13.5

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—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 1.8k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, just a peek into some stuff that happened over break, very self indulgent honestly i just wanted more yuyu time lolol, the usual teasing between these lovebirds, making out, handjob, teensy weensy bit of spit play, unprotected sex, riding yunho after hes fresh out the shower purrrr 🤪

—a/n: hi! dropping a bonus chapter because it's like ... kinda necessary in order for the next update to make sense? more self indulgent tho LOL but it wasn't long enough to be a chapter chapter 😭 anywho, enjoy!! pls vote on my poll if you haven't already cause ya girl needs to figure out her priorities hehe ty 💕

"Get in the damn car! We're late!" Chaery yells at Seungmin as he lazily walks over after forcing for a pitstop just to get snacks. Yunho laughs as he watches from the rear view mirror, popping his mouth open when you lean over and feed him a fish ball.

"Why don't you get in and stop worrying about me? I'm getting there!" You hear Seungmin yell back as Soobin swings the door open and slides into the back seat.

"Maybe they'll never notice if we just drive off?" Soobin suggests, making Yunho chuckle again.

"He's almost to the car." 

"Why is she hella mad anyway?" Soobin shivers in his jacket.

"He's taking his sweet ol' time. Plus, you know how Chaery is. Her family is full of seasoned travelers. They don't do pitstops and stuff." You dip the fish ball into the sauce and pop it into your mouth.

"Right." Soobin sips on his cup of coffee, scooting closer to the door when Chaery and Seungmin finally slip into their seats.

"We're literally so behind now. You made Yuyu wait." She continues to go at Seungmin, making him roll his eyes.

"Yunho, I'm sorry. I really had to use the bathroom. Some people don't understand it's a thing." 

"You're good." Yunho starts up the car and instantly turns up the heat. "We've only got about an hour and a half left." 

Today, you and your friends were off to spend a few days deep in the snow; renting a huge cabin near a snowboarding and ski resort. Yunho graciously offered to drive, patiently dealing with your friends and their requests on the way over.

Yunho heads to the cabin to help drop off the bags before meeting up with the rest already at the ski resort. He pulls into valet while the rest of you hop out and head straight into the store to get some gear and rent some snowboards. You find the rest of your friends hanging around in the café, sipping on hot cocoa while waiting for your group to arrive. Everyone is in good spirits, excited to see Yunho alongside of you. Even though he's tagged along a few times, you still can't help but feel worried about Yunho. You don't want him to feel isolated or left out, especially if you and your friends already have a good bond with each other. But, he fits in so well every single time, you almost feel like he's been friends with them for as long as you have been.

He tries, and the effort shows.

Once the snowboarding finally takes off, you find out that Yunho has been snowboarding before and is pretty comfortable with it. You, on the other hand, are terrified out of your mind. It takes a few tries, a patient Yunho and constant falls before you're [at the very least] boarding in a straight path. But, you're having fun and sharing lots of laughs with your friends, and you find yourself enjoying yourself no matter the circumstance.

After an hour or so of boarding, you, Yunho and a few of your friends sit off to the side to observe everyone else and play around with the snow in the surrounding area. You give your sister a Facetime call during the brief break, getting your friends and Yunho in the screen. Your sister kept calling Yunho a cutie, demanding for you to bring him over for dinner ASAP. Yunho agrees and tells your mom and sister that he'll see them soon again, waving goodbye before helping you stand to your feet for another round of snowboarding.

You and your friends are out there for another 1.5 hours before you call it quits, heading back to the cabin for a relaxing rest of the evening before another day of playing in the snow tomorrow. Everyone pitches in to make a good, hearty dinner— Yunho and a few of the other boys grilling in the covered back patio while the girls stayed indoors and finished preparing the rest of the dishes over some drinks. Once everything is set, everyone sits at the table and quietly enjoys their food before debating what to watch for the rest of the night.

After dinner, most of the food is gone, and the group is cleaning around before you head upstairs to your shared room with Yunho. You take a shower first, while Yunho hangs out with the group downstairs, enjoying the hot water as it hits your skin. You take a good, lengthy 20 minute shower; gently moisturizing before getting into Yunho's shirt and some shorts, leaving your wet hair to air dry.

Luckily, the cabin is warm enough, but you know you'll get cold the longer you sit around. Before leaving the room, you turn on the portable heater just to warm the room a bit more before you get to bed. By the time you've headed back downstairs, a few of your friends are huddled around the living room now watching a true crime docuseries with some snacks; the rest already resting in their rooms or asleep from the eventful day.

"I'm gonna shower." Yunho kisses your cheek before excusing himself to shower. You watch for a bit before helping clean up around the kitchen and living room. You then bid your friends goodnight— the exhaustion kicking in quick that you don't really have time to sit and enjoy the rest of the docuseries they've started. When you get back into the room with a cup of tea in hand, Yunho has just turned off the shower and steps out in nothing but a towel. His hair is damp and you can't help but ogle at his frame, his body. "Hey. You didn't wanna watch?"

"No, the exhaustion is hitting me pretty badly now. I just helped clean up a bit downstairs and made some tea."

"Mm. Is the room warm enough for you?" He points at the portable heater that he's turned up a bit more.

"Yes. It's cozy." You chuckle. "Thank you." You sit on the bed with your back against the wall, watching as Yunho takes a seat on the edge. He's running a smaller wet towel across his damp hair, his back facing you. You can't help but crawl over and throw your arms over his shoulders, planting random kisses against the side of his neck and shoulders.

"Cutie." He chuckles. "What can I do for you?" 

"A kiss?" He smiles, dipping forward to connect his lips with yours in a sweet kiss. 

"You sure that's all?" He teases. "You know you can just tell me, baby."

"That's all." You continue to kiss him, hand traveling down his chest, to grazing across the tent forming in his towel. 

"Hey." He whines in between kisses, slightly hissing when you continue to gently palm him through the towel. "If you keep doing that, I won't be able to stop myself."

"Your fault for walking out of the damn bathroom when it's literally below 0 outside." He laughs, hands falling onto your hips when you crawl onto his lap.

"It was warm enough in here!"

"Sure." You playfully roll your eyes.

"Take these off." He whispers, tugging on your shorts.

"So bold." You tease as he helps you out of your shorts and bites his bottom lip.

"Mm, well. You started it." His hands come up your shirt to squeeze your sides. "Care to show me what exactly you need, love?" He smirks, a drip of a suave tone slipping through his lips.

"Mhm." You sit back a bit and run your hand up his towel to gently stroke his already-hardened member. He hisses and tilts his head back in pleasure, tempted to thrust into your hand as you pump him at a steady pace. He lets out low, strangled moans, trying his best to keep contact with you through hooded lids. You take the opportunity to spit onto his dick, letting it drip down the head and down his length while you pick up the pace. Yunho's moans are a little louder now, and hearing it drives you crazy.

"Jesus." He lowly groans. "Baby, wait, wait, wait—" He grabs at your wrist and stops you. "You'll make me cum if you keep going."

"You don't want that?"

"No. Or else, we would've gone through all that trouble of taking off your shorts for nothing." You giggle, adjusting your position to line him up at your entrance. 

"We have to be quiet."

"Do we? They have the docuseries on loud downstairs." You slowly sink down his length, lips attaching to his as you both let out soft moans while adjusting to the feeling.

"Mm, but there's still rooms across—" Yunho chases after your lips, enclosing it in a heated kiss before you can say anything else. He grips onto your hips and guides you at a steady pace, more gargled and low moans leaving him as you work him.

"They won't hear a thing, pretty. Don't worry." He smirks against your lips. "Is it really a bad thing, though?"

"Yunho." You giggle, tilting your head back in pleasure when his cock hits you in all the right places, clit rubbing against him perfectly. 

"Love when you say my name like that." He mutters against your neck, tongue swiping against the surface before he bites onto your neck. You let out a sigh just as his hand comes to your neck, gently squeezing as he watches you ride him at a steady rhythm.

"You feel so good." Your hands trail up the nape of his neck, tugging at the ends of his hair. His hands come back to your sides as he whispers in your ear, praising and cooing you straight to the edge.

Gonna keep being a good girl for me?

Riding me like you were made for me.

So pretty, so beautiful.

My baby.

And it only takes a couple of more rolls against Yunho before you're twitching and trembling in his grip, digging your nails into his shoulders as he thrusts up into you and fills you up shortly afterwards. He groans as lets out every last bit into you, lips grazing against your neck before planting a soft trail there, to your jaw, to your lips.

"That was fun." You say, making Yunho chuckle.

"Let's get cleaned up." He looks down at the towel that's now on the floor. "Again." You laugh, heading to the bathroom to clean up, get dressed and do some final touches before slipping into bed with Yunho. He instantly pulls you into his arms, wrapping one around your shoulders while you lay on his chest. "Can barely keep my eyes open now." You smile when Yunho kisses you on the forehead, letting out a content sigh with you in his arms.

"Yunho?"

"Mhm?"

"Thanks for coming along on this little trip."

"Wouldn't miss it for a thing, love." He hums against you, falling asleep in due time just to repeat the agenda all over again tomorrow.

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[ilikekidsshows]

Ok. Something I see in the ml fandom sometimes is really starting to bother me. It's not common, per se, but I've seen it enough times now that I'm about to lose it. But people don't deserve me yelling at them/on their fics, so I'm venting here instead. XD As always, feel free to ignore this/not respond if you'd prefer. I'll try to be vague, but I also understand if this is...too specific.

So. With that out of the way. I get near livid these days whenever I see an 'Adrien as an abusive romantic partner to Marinette' AU. Like to an extent I understand, it's an alternative universe. Non canon. Exploration of a "what if." Don't like don't read, yadda yadda. And generally I just...move on.

But also. At the same time. It just makes me so ANGRY. To know this exists. That multiple people can have the absolute gall to take a *canon* abuse victim. Who is sweet and patient and kind (genuinely, but also because he has to be, if you subscribe to the fawning interpretation). And turn him into a manipulative abuser, the unambiguous villain of a story. (And yeah, I've seen the argument that abuse victims can sometimes go on to become abusers themselves, but that doesn't really justify writing Adrien specifically this way? It's still...grossly out of character? Not to mention a bleak and insulting trajectory for his journey as a victim?)

But even better....they take a character who is canonically being gaslit, more or less, by his girlfriend into glorifying his abuser and downplaying the abuse he experienced (I know the term isn't exactly correct but gdi calling it mere "lying" is also an understatement). And then say, you know what. What if we do a switcheroo! And make that same girlfriend -his- abuse victim instead! Let's once again make it about how terrible *she* has it, because canon doesn't already focus on Marinette being upsette enough apparently. It just...leaves such a poor taste in my mouth???

To be clear, these aren't Marinette salt fics, some sort of weird "see how -you- like it" thing. No, these are "Marinette is a victim who will ultimately triumph" stories, not necessarily written by people who even dislike Adrien (if the stories were explicitly Adrien salt I wouldn't have read/come across them in the first place).

And yeah, I understand fan-fiction is often OOC and/or can be a way to deal with one's IRL struggles. But dear GOD does it piss me off like nothing else when someone chooses the *canon victim* to be the Big Bad that the self-insert character gets to overcome. It's plain insulting, is what it is. Long story short, leave Adrien alone and choose a different freaking character to be the abusive jackass!

....you know, I'm think ultimately it wouldn't bother me so much, if it weren't for fandom's much more widespread tendency to indulge in Marinette wangst and act like she's the epitome of human suffering, often at his expense or while ignoring his struggles. So I guess this sub-genre of abuser!Adrien is the straw that broke the camel's back for me.

Anywho, rant over XD I think I've calmed down a bit, so if you read this, thank you for providing a space for me to vent and I hope it wasn't too annoying!

---

This blog does double time as an analysis and vent blog, so sending in pet peeves is completely allowed and even encouraged. Yeah, like, even if Adrien wasn't an abuse victim, seeing a trend of “abuser AUs” for any character you're a fan of is annoying. When something annoying gets combined with this fandom trend being basically the culmination of things pushed in canon, it turns downright aggravating. 

Because that's really the thing that makes it more than just another case of basic “well, we need someone to mistreat our lead so that she can overcome hardships”; it has its roots in something actually harmful going on in the show and fandom. Adrien's victimhood constantly gets sidelined, or he's demonized for his trauma responses, so a fic trend where he continues the cycle of abuse just comes across as even more victim blaming.

Meanwhile, Marinette's petty grievances are treated as signs of how she's the biggest victim on the block, she's suffering so much more than the literal abuse victims, so a fic having her be literally victimized by the very abuse victim whose victimhood she commandeers in canon is both very expected for this fandom but also really aggravating.

I’m saying I get it.

[whatsthemadder]

You too

Bakugo Katsuki x reader

Word count: 4.8k

Hi! This is my first ever fanfic (welcome to me making my own history and thank you for being here :’)) it’s very rough, very self indulgent, very much a blur of incoherent thoughts all struggling to make a complete story. Umm what to tell you about it, you and bestie Bakugo confessing your feelings, reader described is female and she/her pronouns mentioned, lots of cussing cause duh boom boom boy, mentions of w33d and alcohol, slightly suggestive at times, lots of cringey, cheesy, fluff. Please let me know if I’m missing or should add something! (Seriously guys pls send help🥲🙏) anywho enjoy! AND ITS COLLEGE AU! SORRY

The music was loud and blaring through the various speakers in the house, sending vibrations through your body. You were right on the dance floor, maybe five or six shots in (fuck if you could remember). Somewhere after number three is when you stopped counting. You originally didn’t plan on drinking so much, but that’s to be expected when you’re best friends with Mina. She always knew how to push your buttons and get you to loosen up a bit. Not that you needed much help, in fact, you kind of loved the little games and shenanigans you and her both pulled together and tonight is no different.

Your school beat their rival team today and the boys decided to throw a party to celebrate. That’s how you ended up at your friends’ house, home to Denki, Sero, Kirishima, Midoriya, Todoroki and your childhood best friend, Katsuki Bakugou. His parents are the main reason they live such a nice house, wanting to give him the best and set him up for success as much as they can. It was so cute and heartwarming to see how they supported him, and deep down he appreciated it even if he would tell you to “stop saying corny shit” if you brought it up.

You hadn’t seen the explosive blonde yet, but the night was still young. He was probably in the basement playing some drinking game with his teammates or making out with some new girl for the night. The idea turned your stomach. You’ve had feelings for your best friend for what feels like forever. You don’t quite know for sure when you realized you were in love with him and for the longest time you rejected those feelings (shocker) for fear that he didn’t feel the same way. You love the relationship you have and don’t want to do anything to jeopardize it, so you’ve been keeping your feelings to yourself deciding having him at all is better than nothing.

A pretty pink hand, holding yet another glass out for you brings you out of your daze. “Stop thinking so much for once and have fun girl,” she pouts at you. With a roll of your eyes you take the glass and giggle, protesting, “I am having fun. are you trying to make me black out?” She grins mischievously only saying “tits up” before downing her drunk. You quickly follow suit. She grips your shoulders and shakes you slightly, making you extra dizzy. “Y/n you’re my best friend and I want- no NEED- you to have the best time of your life. Unless you’re gonna find some balls and jump that man’s bones, I hereby order you to,” she unceremoniously burps in your face making you cringe, “get out there, shake some fucking ass and have the best. Fucking. Night. Ever! Make your future grandchildren proud!” She threw her head back to tell the last part. How she was able to get through all that is beyond you but Mina has always had a strong tolerance to alcohol, unlike you. While you felt your heart twist a little at the mention of Katsuki you decided she was right. It’s time to shake some fucking ass.

Katsuki was downstairs in the basement as predicted playing a game of cup pong with his friends. Currently him and Kirishima were getting their asses handed to them by the biggest dipshits known the man: denki and sero.

“Drink up, bakubro. Man who would’ve thought our quarterback would be so shit at beer pong?” He laughs and Bakugou wants nothing more than to slap that stupid fucking smirk off his face. He does as he’s told though after giving a tch and flipping the yellow haired boy off. “I’m not shit, dumbass, just thought I’d take it easy on you two jackoffs.” No one is convinced

“I didn’t realize you knew how to take it easy,” the black haired man on the other side of the table teased, taking a lazy hit off his blunt. He passes it to Denki.

“Yeah, I think that’s a lame excuse to cover up the fact that you keep getting distracted looking for a certain someone,” denki wiggles his eyebrows knowingly and Bakugou is seriously considering punching his face in.

“Fuck off, dunceface before I punch your shitty face in.” He gruffed. He felt his cheeks start to heat up at the mention of you. Truthfully, whether he’d want to admit it or not, he did want to see you. Was excited for a chance to glimpse at you again. Sure you both see each other and hang out all the time outside of parties but he can’t stop himself from getting giddy thinking about being with you again. How your hair always smells so sweet. How your skin always looked so soft and smooth. Your laugh that makes him feel warm and dopey inside. Or the way your eyes will focus wholly on him like nothing else matters. He didn’t know when it happened but one day he just started being softer with you. Not yelling as much when you were close, sharing his food with you when you forgot (after getting scolded and lectured for forgetting your food like a dumbass of course), complaining about doing something half heartedly when you both knew he’d comply with what you say regardless. Fuck he was whipped, huh? Not that he was complaining. Dammit he wished he grew some balls already and ask you out. He’s too scared omg Bakugou scared?? to admit his feelings for fear that you wouldn’t feel the same and reject him. He’d rather accept his unrequited love and keep his friendship with you than go fuck it up by sharing his feelings and shit. The only problem is he doesn’t want you being with anyone else. The thought of someone else holding you, making you laugh, touching you, looking at someone else in that dreamy way that’s only for him, pisses him the fuck off.

Bakugou is immediately brought back to reality by a cloud of smoke blowing in his face. He coughs a little, startled, before glaring at the idiot next to him who’s smugly watching him. “Whatcha thinking about kacchan? Could it be another wet fantasy about a certain someone getting you all worked up?” Prick. It was then that bakugou realized he had crushed his solo cup in a death grip.

“Tch. Shut the fuck up asshole before I kick your ass.” Bakugou snarled. “Fuck. I need to clean this” he mumbled to himself. “Oi! Icyhot! Get your ass over here!” The two hair colored boy in question looks up from his spot on the wall with a blank stare where he’s talking to a pretty little brunette. Then flips Katsuki off. The fuck?? That fucking bastard. He made a mental note to kick his ass too after dunceface. Midoriya comes up shortly and claps his hand on his back, “just go bro, I’ll take over.”

“Thank god!” Kirishima yells. “Finally someone manly. Was tired of paying the price for your shit playing.” Kiri let out a sharp toothed grin. God he hated his insufferable teammates sometimes. Assholes.

“You’re all gonna fucking get your sorry asses kicked later!” The angry Pom shouted before storming for the stairs. He faintly heard one of them say “ooh we’re so scared” followed by snickers as he walked away.

Getting to the stairs proved to be a bit more challenging than he expected, but honestly because of his towering 6’3 body, beefy frame, and scary repetition, the crowd parted easily for him, but not without some random extras trying to talk with him or grubby hands that definitely didn’t belong to you attempting and failing to grab hold of him. There were people all up and down the stairs but that didn’t stop him from bulldozing through. Once he reaches the top he beelines for the kitchen to wash his beer soaked hands. He’s on his way to his room to change his shirt when he emerges into the living room and sees you. His eyes widen slightly and gloss over a bit. Holy shit.

You wore a red and black football jersey that you modified to cinch your waist better and had a neckline that accentuated your chest more. Your low waisted pants hugged your ass just right and exposed the cute little belly ring you have, twin to Mina’s. It was an impulsive decision you both made one random Tuesday night that you don’t regret. He didn’t need to see the back of your jersey to know that it was his name there. Fuck he loved when you showed off his number. It made him feel like you were his.

All of a sudden he’s drunk at the sight of you. The way your hips are swaying and your body is moving. You look so angelic but somehow sinful too. He wanted nothing more than to hold your body against his, feel you grind and dance on him and show everyone that no one else is allowed to have you. He’s currently in the middle of an internal debate deciding whether or not to act on his impulses when some fucking extra comes and puts his hands on you. You don’t realize that you’ve been moved away from Mina and are now in the arms of Neito fucking Monoma, happily and carelessly dancing to the rhythm. The fuck was that dipshit doing here? He plays for the rival team they beat today. He should be somewhere fucking crying like a child and throwing a tantrum, not here in HIS home putting his filthy hands on HIS your pristine body.

It takes bakugou all of two seconds to get his feet moving. Another three and he’s standing right in front of you gently, yet firmly, pulling you out of Monomas grasp and letting you fall into his chest.

It doesn’t take you long to realize whose body you just crashed into, that familiar warmth and Smokey, caramelized scent wrapping a comforting blanket around your drunkened senses. Immediately you melt into his body. You look up, surprise lighting your eyes, and find him with the meanest, nastiest look on his face you’ve ever seen, but it’s not directed at you. Thank god. He looks really pissed as fuck. Damn. Has he always been this hot when he’s angry? I wonder if he’d ever try taking that anger out on m-

Piercing crimson eyes were staring down at you, stopping your perverted thoughts in their tracks. When did he start looking at you? Maybe you’re more fucked up than you thought, but his eyes looked softer as they gazed at you. Your cheeks started heating up under his undivided attention. You couldn’t help the dopey, stupid smile that began to split your face in two. “Katsuki!” You squealed. Youre arms circle his waist, holding him tight, while you lay your head on his surprisingly soft chest, nuzzling into him. His arms immediately came up to wrap around your shoulders, pressing you unbelievably closer to him. God you were so happy. So unapologetically happy. Maybe you’ll say fuck it and tell him you want a relationship more than just friends. At least you’ll know you tried. For now you were content.

Bakugou couldn’t help the blush that erupted on his face. His cheeks rivaling the color of his red headed friend’s hair. He had never heard a sound so sweet than the way you just said his name like he was responsible for making the sun rise everyday. He knew right then that he’d be spending the rest of his life chasing after that sound again and he has a good idea about to make it happen. He almost forgot why he was so fucking mad in the first place when you started clinging onto him like you’d melt away if you were any further apart. He just wants to hold you like this forever.

A grating noise breaks him from his bubble and he looks up, remembering exactly why he was so upset. Monoma stands there with cocky smirk on his face, his eyes scanning your body. Oh hell no.

“The fuck are you doing here asshole. First beating wasn’t enough?” A smirk danced on his face, but his voice was anything but amused. The growl and vibrations that rumbled through his chest startled you, causing you to regrettably pull away from him. You looked over your shoulder to see Neito Monoma standing right behind you looking at you in a way that made you uncomfortable. Is that who you were dancing with just now? Now that you’re thinking cap is starting to come back on, you wonder where Mina went. One minute you were dancing together, giggling like school girls and the next you were sandwiched between two really huge guys. If you weren’t so tipsy and slightly crossed, you’d probably be more concerned as to how you ended up in this situation in the first place, but how could you when the way Katsuki’s biceps moved under his sinful tight shirt was all you could focus on. You don’t even realize that you’re now looking at his back until you see hands start to grab for him. You sober up long enough to realize that the hands belong to a couple of his teammates- sero and Kirishima- holding him back. You notice his breathing turned ragged and his fists are clenched at his side. Monoma is standing a couple of feet back, cradling his jaw that’s starting to sport an ugly shade of purple. He spits out some blood mixed saliva and looks like he’s about to murder the angry headed Pom. After a brief glance at the quick assembling team of giants, he decides against starting anymore shit and just scoffs. “You’ll be fucking sorry you ever touched me asshole.”

“Get the fuck out of my house. Stay away from me and stay the fuck away from her. If I catch you even breathing the same air as her I’ll make sure that’s the last fucking breath you take, you got that shithead?” Unlike his usually loud, brash demeanor, Katsuki’s voice was deathly quiet when he said that. Even over the music you could hear every word he said. Fuck why is he so hot? you think. You shouldnt be feeling butterflies about promised death, but damn did your knees go weak at the threat. It wasn’t just any threat but one he made on your behalf. If it wasn’t for the slender pink arms holding you up you might’ve collapsed. Wait pink arms? Mina!

Her worried eyes meet yours and she looks you over making sure you’re alright. “Are you okay?” You’d never seen her so concerned before. It doesn’t sit well with you so you flash her the brightest smile you can muster and say “yep! You’re here now why wouldn’t I be?” She gives you a small smile and kisses your head. “I cant believe that bastard had the balls to show up here like that and start dancing with you of all people.” She laughs at the way your eyes bug out of your head. “What?!” Fuck so I did dance with him. You cringe at the thought and she laughs again. Now the situation with Bakugou makes sense. Shit! Where’s Bakugou?

You turn back to where you last saw him and found him staring at you, his breathing more controlled. You can tell he’s still tense. Ready to snap at a moments notice if provoked. You don’t think about what you’re doing as you walk up to him and take his hand, planning on leading him somewhere out of here. You don’t think about all the eyes that watch you two, fearing that you’ll lose your nerve if you pay them any mind. Honestly, with the way he’s looking at you right now it’s not that hard to do. He’s watching you like his life depends on it, ready to jump in head first at the first sign of trouble. You don’t notice monoma’s absence or how everyone else tries to act like nothing happened for fear of upsetting the angry blonde.

He lets you lead him to the stairs to the second floor where the boys rooms are. They each have a lock installed so no unwanted visitors find their way through their safe spaces and belongings. You of course were one of the exceptions for Katsuki’s room. He had given you the passcode to his door as soon as they moved in saying you could use it if you ever needed a place to crash or get away from extras. You’ve definitely taken him up on his offer, much to his delight, especially after finishing those so called dates with those fucking losers. One time this guy tried following you home so you showed up at the boys house who all conveniently happened to be home at the same time and waiting for you outside, making the creep think twice about his actions and ultimately giving up. Thankfully you didn’t see him after that and good thing cause Bakugou would’ve knocked his teeth in if he ever tried. He doesn’t understand why you give those shitheads the time of day anyway. Don’t you know he’s the only one for you and no one else will come fucking close to him? No of course not because he’s been too fucking scared like a wimp to confess how he truly feels for you.

You’re at his door before you know it (it wasn’t hard when everyone avoided you like the plague) entering the code and stepping inside when the light turns green. He silently follows you in and you usher him to his bed, gently pushing him to sit down. You’ve started sobering up a bit more when you saw Mina and are now fully aware that it’s just the two of you in his room. It’s not like this is a new occurrence- not by a long shot- hell you’ve even slept in his bed before on nights when being out with the girls went on longer than you expected. Other than Mina, he was your emergency go-to contact, there for you whenever you needed him even when he’d tell you to figure out your shit on your own you knew there was no weight behind his words. He always showed up for you, however you needed him.

He carefully watches you from his spot on the bed seeing you roam around his room picking out fresh comfy clothes for him to change into and gathering items to help prevent a monster hangover in the morning. Now that his adrenaline was wearing off he started feeling the beginnings of a pounding headache building behind his skull. Fuck. He wishes he could just discard his head until it went away. “Katsuki!” He blinks and realizes you’d been talking to him. He lets out a grunt of acknowledgment to which you roll your eyes. “Do you have any more water bottles in here?” He looked at his empty mini fridge remembering that he’d used his last bottle yesterday, forgetting to restock. He shook his head. “Hold on” you say and you disappear back into the loud house, presumably to go get more. He wanted to tell you not to worry about it and that he’d be fine without it, but words suddenly became too much. Why couldn’t he seem to get his shit together anymore? What the fuck was wrong with him? He didn’t think he drank that much but damn if he didn’t like he lost his grip on reality.

You come back moments later, fresh bottle of water in hand, to find the giant ash blonde man sprawled on his bed. He looks so peaceful and handsome like this you think. His pretty face free from its usual scowl making him look angelic in the soft glow of his rooms lamps. “Katsuki,” you whisper. You lightly nudge his leg. “Katsuki,” you repeat but a little bit louder this time. You go to give him a little jab in his side when giant hands all of a sudden grab you and pull you down. You squeal as you land on top of him. His body hard beneath your soft one, but warm. So so warm. You do your best to at his face but his arms are holding you so tight to him that it’s hard to manage. His face buried in between your neck and shoulder.

“…you.” Is all you hear when he speaks into your skin. “Katsuki I can’t understand you.” You tentatively bring your hand up to card through his hair and he nuzzles into your touch immediately. EHEHEHE internally you’re dying. How the hell is he so cute? “I need you,” he repeats. It’s still slightly muffled but you understand him clear as day this time. You freeze for a moment, hand slowly slipping from his hair. He stops you just before you pull your hand away entirely and holds onto it. His ruby red eyes bore into yours as he retreats from his hiding spot in your shoulder, looking at you intently. He had glossy, drunken eyes earlier and now he’s staring at you with such intensity and clarity in them. It’s enough to make you momentarily forget how to breathe.

“I need you.” He says again but with more confidence. “I’m tired of pretending that being your friend is enough. Tired of acting like it’s not you who I want to spend the rest of eternity with. Tired of watching you go out with fucking extras who aren’t worth your time. Tired of trying and failing to find someone who compares to even an ounce of you. Tired of fucking being the biggest dumbass to ever walk the fucking planet and missing chance after chance to tell you how I feel all because I was a scared little bitch. I’m tired of us dancing around our fucking feelings and-“ Katsuki was cut off by your lips suddenly crashing into his. They were slightly chapped, but so sinfully soft. When’s the last time you heard him ramble like that? Doesn’t matter. All you can think about is his lips on yours and his proclamation of wanting- no needing- you. How long had you been dreaming of this moment?

He gently rolled the both of you so you were under him. One of his hands came to hold your face while the other gripped your exposed waist. Your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you. You lightly tug at the hairs on the base of his neck causing him to softly moan. You can’t help but smirk at the sound, already thinking about all the other noises he might make for you. Buuut that’s for another time.

Much to his your dismay, you pull away from him. As much as you wanted to jump his bones and take him for all he was worth (he definitely wasn’t opposed to the idea) you knew this wasn’t the time. You could get to that later. You had eternity after all, right?

You’re both panting, catching your breath, when Katsuki places a chaste kiss to your cheek. You give him a sweet smile that has him falling for you all over again. You motion for him to get off and soon pulls you up with him. He watches you grab the clothes you chose for him earlier- shorts and his signature black skull shirt- and lets you place them in his awaiting hands. “Strip.” Is all you say. A cocky smirk graces his handsome face and you have a sudden urge to smack it off of him. You roll your eyes. “Just change you idiot,” you giggle.

He shakes his head, that smirk still there. “Nah I’m good.” You narrow your eyes and pout at him.

“Why not?” You ask, arms crossed.

“Because I sleep in my underwear dumbass.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Hmm. I guess that’s fair you think.

His voice is teasing. “Here. Strip.” You stare at the clothes presented before you.

“Fine.” Bastard. One minute he’s declaring his feelings for you, making you weak in the knees, the next you wanna body slam him.

You go to the bathroom and change, suddenly a little nervous about him watching you. When you finally emerge his eyes nearly fall out of his head along with his tongue. The hem falls just below the top of your thighs and you look so fucking cute like a mini version of him. He immediately notices you left the shorts. You look at him and shrug. “You go to bed in your underwear, I go with a shirt but also underwear if that wasn’t clear.”

“Here” you hand him the glass of water and some meds to help lessen the hangover effects. He surprisingly complies and you do the same thing. You brought crackers and a granola bar for you both to eat. Hoping to soak up some of what was in your system.

Sitting criss crossed facing each other on his bed, him at the head, you both munch quietly in peace until he clears his throat, catching your attention. Looking at him expectantly, you wait to hear what he has to say.

“So.. about what happened earlier and what I said..” he’s not looking you but rather focusing on the wrapper in your hand. Raising an eyebrow at him when he doesn’t continue, you drawl out, “yees.” When he continues avoiding eye contact you realize it’s cause he’s shy. Holy shit. Bakugou Katsuki is shy? Omg he’s so cute I just wanna squeeze his pouty face and kiss him. You don’t though :( not right now at least.

“Oi stop staring at me like that creep. Can’t fucking concentrate,” he mutters. Shit when did talking become so hard? And why the hell was he so fucking nervous. He’s always been confident, even if he didn’t particularly feel like it at times. Hell, he didn’t even feel this way for championship games. That’s because he knew this wasn’t a game. This was a serious matter and something so important to him he doesn’t want to fuck it up.

“I need you too.” His head nearly snaps off from how fast he turned to you. You keep going. “I need you in my life, more than a friend, and I was trying in vain making myself believe otherwise. I didn’t think there was a possibility of something more between us, didn’t think that was something you’d want. So, I tried distracting myself. Going on stupid dates, talking to random people and seeing how and if they compared to you too. No one ever did, of course,” you say softly.

You look at him and he feels his breath slip away for a moment. You’re looking at him again like he just made the sun rise in the west. Like he was one of the seven wonders of the world you just had to experience and explore. You looked at him like he held the world in his hands and as far as he’s concerned, once he’s holding you again he will be. “I’d like that… spending eternity with you I mean” you finish when he gives you a confused look.

He flashes you that signature smirk of his that usually meant trouble. “Eternity, huh? I guess I wouldn’t mind putting up with your annoying ass for that long.” He laughs when you lean over to smack his shoulder. “Asshole,” you saying jokingly. He grabs your hand again and pulls you into him, leaning you both back against his pillows. You melt into him without hesitation, immediately finding ease and comfort. Amusement still danced in his eyes as he kissed your nose. “I’ll only ever want you, dumbass.”

“Damn straight.”

You giggled when he starts pushing you off of him, rolling his eyes. “No! Wait, I was kidding!” You laugh.

“What I fuckin’ thought,” but he’s smiling too. Soon you’re snuggling deeper into his chest, his arms locking you in place. He hears your breathing start getting more even and heavy, easily being lulled to sleep by his warmth and the feeling of his heartbeat. You don’t even fully register the chaos of the party still going on outside of your little bubble.

He looks down at you and watches as sleep slowly overtakes you, his hands mindlessly drawing on your back. He kisses your forehead and he can’t believe how long it took him to get to this point with you. He wasted too much time before and now he’s ready to make up for it. “I love you,” he whispers.

Before he joins you in dreamland he can’t help but veryyy briefly think thank god for Neito fucking Monoma’s dumbass.

[queenjunothegreat]

AAAAAAAAALLLLLLLRIGHTY! I've got more of my self-indulgent Coraline AU fic for @lost-trio-week!!! :D I have SO much fun writing these three as kiddos I swear to god. It's neat because they are all very different (because 11 year olds don't act like 15 year olds) but you can still see who they are under it, you know? Also, they're so fucking cute. I love them.

Anywho, may I present Chapter Two of Mechanical Lullaby!

“What are you doing out here?” Leo demanded. “I’m taking a walk,” the blond boy said simply. “What are you two doing out here?” “Huntin’ monsters. Duh.” "Leo found tracks." The blond boy looked more than a little skeptical, likely remembering the fact that she and Leo both had been in near-tears when he found them, but he was nice enough to not say anything. “Tracks? Where?” Piper gestured over to where Leo had found the tracks and the blond boy laughed after a moment of investigating them. “That’s not a monster! That’s Lupa!” “Lupa?” Leo asked. “What the heck is a Lupa?” “My dog,” the blond boy beamed. “Well, not really. My dad won’t let me have a dog, so she lives in the woods. She’s my friend, though.” “Oh.” Piper suddenly felt very silly and her cheeks grew warm. “Can we, uh, see her?” The blond boy shrugged. “Maybe. It looks like she came through here recently, so she’ll probably show up. She always does eventually.” Then he smiled and stuck out his hand. “My name’s Jason.”

First

Piper dreamt of mice. Lots and lots of fuzzy little mice with shiny black buttons for eyes that squeaked at her and danced around her feet. She giggled brightly and danced along with them skipping and twirling through a flurry of brilliant ocher leaves as they led her through the trees. Then they came to a sudden halt and she stumbled before coming face to face with the tree portal she and Leo had found the day before. Around her, the mice squealed in delight and raced through the hollow tree, though none of them came out the other side.

Come with us! Come with us! the mice coaxed in one unified voice. Come with us to the other world! The world where things are better!

Without a second thought, Piper got down on her hands and knees and started crawling forward. The mice crooned out a cooing noise and pressed up against her sides and she hummed happily, letting them draw her forward.

Just as she was about to enter the tree, there was a loud, ferocious growling sound that made her freeze in her tracks. The mice’s squeaking turned shrill and desperate now, and she felt her heart thump high in her throat. “What– What is that?”

It’s her! the mice wailed as one. It’s that nasty, awful she-wolf! Quickly! We must go before she comes and swallows us whole!

Piper’s breath hitched in her throat and she started crawling faster, but every movement forward she made sent the tree farther and farther away. “I-I can’t make it!” she cried. “She’s gonna get me! Please! Help me!”

The mice spoke again, but this time, they sounded like her dad, his tone resting heavy on a disappointed sigh. There is no one who can help you, Piper McLean. No one who would even try. Perhaps next time, though.

Then the ground fell out from under Piper’s hands and knees like a trap door and she was left tumbling through a swirling abyss of black and green and purple and white and yellow, crying out for help to the sound of a victorious wolf’s howl.

Piper fell to the floor with a yelp, her black sheets and rainbow comforter tangled up around her. She rubbed the side of her now-throbbing skull and scowled at her bed in betrayal. “That hurt!”

As expected, the bed had nothing to say in its defense.

Piper got to her feet, still pouting, and ran into the hallway, determined to complain to someone about the injustices she’d faced. “Daaad! Dad, where are youuu?”

She walked past the fridge before coming to a stop a few steps away and backing up so that she could read the note taped to the front

Pipes –

Sorry I wasn’t around to wake you up, but I had to go in early to film. I have some Lucky Charms in the cupboard for you. If anything happens, go ask the Gray Sisters for help. I talked to Mr. V, too, but he’s a very busy man, so try not to bother him. I’ll be home for dinner.

Love,

Dad

Piper frowned down at the paper before crumpling it in her fist and half-heartedly throwing it towards the trash can, not even bothering to see if it actually went in or not. She’d told her dad she didn’t like Lucky Charms anymore. Fortunately for her, the toaster was plenty accessible, along with the peanut butter and marshmallow fluff. She could have breakfast all by herself.

Once she was done with her toast and her mess was cleaned up, she stomped out the front door, this time taking her time to hunt down her big yellow rain boots, seeing as it was still gross and gray and damp outside. Her dad hadn’t exactly been thrilled about the state of her sneakers when he’d finally noticed them the night before, and she doubted another layer of caked-on mud would help her case much. 

As soon as she was outside, though, all thoughts of her dad’s disappointed scowl vanished, and she grinned, shouting at the top of her lungs. “Leo!”

Leo startled so bad he gave a full-body flinch that Piper could see from across the yard, and he whirled around at the sound of his name, his face pale and eyes wide. When he saw it was just Piper running towards him, though, he grinned. “Piper! You actually came!”

“Duh,” Piper scoffed as she trotted up to him. She took in a few deep, heaving pants to catch her breath and then she cocked her head at him. “Why wouldn’t I have come?”

“Figured you’d come to your senses and decide to avoid me,” he said matter-of-factly. “Everyone does eventually.”

Piper frowned, but shrugged the words off. “Well, you’re my only friend right now, so you’re stuck with me.”

“Okay,” he agreed easily. Then he squinted at her, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. “What… happened to your face? Did your dad do that?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve got a big old bruise right…” He leaned forward and jabbed her in the cheek, and she jumped back with a yelp– “here.”

“That hurt,” she scowled for the second time that morning. “And, no, my dad didn’t do it. I fell out of my bed.”

“Why would you do that?”

“I had a bad dream.” She cast her mind back to all the fuzzy colors and sounds from the night before and rubbed at her sore cheek. “I don’t remember much of it, but I think I was running away from a monster at the end.”

He nodded sagely in sympathetic understanding before he brightened. “There’s supposed to be a monster in the woods. You wanna go find it?”

“Yeah!”

Immediately, the two of them ran towards the woods as one, darting in and out of the trees and shouting at one another. That lasted for a little while until Piper came stumbling out of the treeline, clutching her stomach with laughter because Leo had slipped in one mud puddle and landed flat on his butt in another. She looked up to see a very clean house with sharp white edges and stern gray walls, and she puckered her mouth up into a contemplative little knot. “I didn’t know people lived in the woods.”

“They don’t,” Leo scoffed. “We came out the other side already. This is Theresa’s house.”

Piper perked up. “You mean the lady you live with?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. Can we go inside?”

Leo furiously shook his head, his eyes going wide. “Uh-uh. I told you yesterday: she doesn’t let me inside until sundown.”

“Oh.” Piper trailed her gaze across the house again before her eyes spied something of interest and she grinned. “There’s bars on that window over there. Do you have a monster that lives with you? Or a criminal?”

Instead of rolling his eyes or laughing and playing along, Leo shrank back at her words. He grabbed the hem of his shirt in both fists and pulled down on it, refusing to look Piper in the eye. “That’s my room.”

“Oh.” Piper bit her lip and glanced up at the window again. Suddenly, it didn’t seem nearly as cool and fun anymore. She instead turned to Leo, who was just as un-cool but still fun as she remembered, and she cocked her head to the side before giving him a decisive nod. “You should come spend the night at my house. It would be fun. You’ll like it.”

Leo looked at her suspiciously for a moment. “I’m not allowed to do stuff at night until summertime. Theresa said so.”

“Well, can I stay at your house?”

Leo actually laughed at that. “Even if Theresa wouldn’t kill me for asking, I wouldn’t. You don’t want to stay the night at that house.”

Piper puffed her cheeks out in a pout at the injustices of the world. “Okay, fine. We’ll wait for summer. Then we’ll have a sleepover.”

“If you’re still friends with me by then, sure,” Leo agreed easily. “Now, come on. Let’s go monster hunting.”

Piper nodded and she and Leo went back to the woods. This time, though, they didn’t run. They walked side by side, examining every broken stick and trampled leaf for any evidence of the beast they sought. She was in the middle of poking at the entrance to a little rabbit trail with a stick when she heard Leo call out, “Piper! I found something!”

Piper hopped over to his side, expecting to find him proudly displaying a snapped bush branch like last time, but instead she froze in her tracks, a vicious chill running down her spine.

It’s her! It’s that nasty, awful she-wolf!

There, in the mud, clear as day, was a massive paw print, nearly twice the size of her own hand, with several trailing off into the distance. It looked fresh. She swallowed heavily. “L-Leo?”

“Yeah?” Leo glanced up at her, but he was clearly startled by the look on her face. “Piper? What’s wrong?”

“Leo, are there wolves in these woods?”

“I-I dunno,” Leo stammered. He stood and backed away from the trail, a lot less thrilled about his discovery. “I’ve never seen any.”

“Have you ever heard them howling?”

“I dunno!”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Piper snapped. “You either heard them howl or you didn’t!”

“I’ve heard howling but I dunno if it was wolves!” Leo explained. “I just figured it was dogs!”

“What if it wasn’t?” Piper asked. Her breath was rattling in her chest as she took in terrified lungfuls of air. “What if there’s a pack of wolves in these woods? What if that’s what the monster is?”

“I– There isn’t a real monster!” Leo protested. “It’s all made up!”

“Is it?” Piper demanded. “You mean to tell me that no one has ever gone missing in the woods?”

Leo’s eyes widened and he was hyperventilating now, right along with her. “That-that doesn’t mean anything! People go missing in the woods all the time!”

Piper wasn’t listening to him. “I bet the whole pack is here. I bet they’ve got us surrounded,” she lamented. Tears pricked at her eyes. “Leo, I don’t wanna die in dumb old Laketown!”

“I don’t either!”

There was a rustling behind them and Piper and Leo immediately jumped together, clinging to one another in fear. “We’re gonna die, Leo!”

“I know!”

“They’re gonna eat us!”

“I know!”

“They’re gonna–”

“Why do you think you’re gonna die?”

Piper and Leo both screamed at the top of their lungs and spun around. Well, they tried to, at least. What they actually did was land in a big tangled mess of bruised limbs and stinging egos. Piper got her bearings first and she shook her head and scrambled out of the pile, scowling at the newcomer with her hands on her hips. “What’s the matter with boys in this town!? Don’t any of you know it’s rude to sneak up on people?”

The boy in question frowned gently at her and cocked his head to the side. He was about their age, and with his big blue eyes (only made bigger by the glasses he wore) and his fluffy blond hair, he reminded Piper of a Golden Retriever puppy. “Uh, sorry?” he said, sounding genuinely apologetic, unlike some very rude boys she’d met the day before.

“What are you doing out here?” Leo demanded. He was still on the ground, but he was in a proper sitting position at Piper’s side, arms crossed over his chest in an attempt to make himself look bigger.

“I’m taking a walk,” the blond boy said simply. “What are you two doing out here?”

“Huntin’ monsters. Duh.”

The blond boy didn’t look all that impressed with the answer, but he did seem interested. “That’s neat. Have you found any?”

“Not yet,” Piper admitted. “But Leo found tracks. We were gonna follow them and hunt the monster down!”

The blond boy looked more than a little skeptical, likely remembering the fact that she and Leo both had been in near-tears when he found them, but he was nice enough to not say anything. “Tracks? Where?” Piper gestured over to where Leo had found the tracks and the blond boy laughed after a moment of investigating them. “That’s not a monster! That’s Lupa!”

“Lupa?” Leo asked. “What the heck is a Lupa?”

“My dog,” the blond boy beamed. “Well, not really. My dad won’t let me have a dog, so she lives in the woods. She’s my friend, though.”

“Oh.” Piper suddenly felt very silly and her cheeks grew warm. “Can we, uh, see her?”

The blond boy shrugged. “Maybe. It looks like she came through here recently, so she’ll probably show up. She always does eventually.” Then he smiled and stuck out his hand. “My name’s Jason.”

“Uh, I’m Piper, and this is Leo,” she said, shaking his hand. 

Jason nodded, then offered his hand to Leo, too, who looked surprised that he’d gotten the same gesture as Piper, but shook it just the same as Piper had. Jason looked at Leo’s arm with his eyebrows puckered. “What happened to your arm?”

Piper glanced down to see that Leo had some dark bruises around his wrist, and she frowned as well. Leo just casually shrugged like it was nothing, though. “I tracked in mud and Theresa got mad at me.”

Jason nodded seriously. “My dad’s the same way. If I make a mess he’ll yell at me for, like, an hour, even if it’s not a big mess. He used to not be so bad, but my sister ran away last year, and he’s gotten extra mad and mean since then.” He looked over at Piper. “What about you?”

Piper considered that for a moment. Back in Oklahoma, making a mess would likely have gotten her a stern talking-to from her dad before he made her help him clean it up, but since they’d moved to LA it had taken more and more for him to pay attention to anything she did, good or bad. Since moving to Laketown, she’d occasionally wonder if he even remembered she’d come with him. She just shrugged. “He probably wouldn’t notice. He never notices me.”

There was another round of understanding nods before Leo huffed and flopped back in the leaves. “Well, now what? Our monster’s just a dog, so we can’t do that anymore.”

“Sorry,” Jason said sheepishly.

Piper tapped her chin in thought for a moment before she perked up. “Jason, do you wanna play Other World with us?”

“What’s Other World?”

“It’s pretend,” Leo explained before Piper even had the chance to open her mouth. “We found a cool tree yesterday, and Piper made up a whole world to play pretend in. She’s kinda bossy, but it’s still fun.”

“I am not bossy!”

Jason just laughed. “Yeah, that sounds fun!”

“We’ll have to see if we can find it again,” Piper said decisively. “Have you seen it before? It’s this hollow tree that makes a little arch. It’s got yellow leaves.”

Jason wracked his brain for a moment before he shook his head. “I don’t think so. I thought I’d seen every tree in the woods before, but that doesn’t sound like anything I’ve ever found.”

“That’s what I said when we saw it yesterday! ” Leo grinned. He hopped to his feet and started running into the trees, shouting over his shoulder at them. “Not it!”

Piper shrieked in delight, taking off after him with an echoed “Not it!” leaving Jason to chase them, once he’d gotten over his momentary confusion. They all ran through the trees, and Piper was horrified to learn that she was the slowest one in the group, though she could outmaneuver Jason when she put her mind to it, and Leo was so easily distracted that she caught him plenty as well. She got the feeling both of them just let her catch them more than a few times, but she was having too much fun to really care that much.

Then, just like it had the first time, the tree seemed to appear out of nowhere, though it didn’t require Leo to trip again. Its brilliant leaves stood out against the backdrop of green in a way that stole Piper’s breath and made her heart race, the same way it had the day before and in her dream. “Guys! I found it!”

Jason stepped up to the tree and gave it an appreciative once-over. “I didn’t know trees could live all hollowed out like that.”

“Cool, huh?” Leo grinned. 

“It is.”

Piper beamed, feeling an odd sense of pride before she dropped to her knees and started crawling. “Come on! Follow me!” Jason and Leo fell in line behind her, but before she could make it to the tree, a deep, threatening growl filled the clearing, making her blood freeze in her veins. 

It’s her!

Piper looked over her shoulder to ask Leo and Jason if they’d heard the growl like she had. Leo met her gaze, looking just as terrified as she felt, but Jason was on his feet, a delighted smile spreading across his face. “Lupa!”

As if on cue, the trees along the edge of the clearing parted and in prowled the single biggest dog Piper had ever seen in her life. Her fur was a thick, wiry gray, and her big yellow eyes shone like lamplights in the gloom, and they were both fixated entirely on Piper, who stayed frozen like a fawn in a wolf’s sights. Her movements were slow and deliberate as she walked between Piper and the tree to sit herself down in front of Jason.

“Uh, Jason?” Leo squeaked. “Are you sure that thing’s a dog?”

Piper honestly had the same question, but Jason just laughed and threw his arms around Lupa in a hug. “Of course she is! She’s the best dog in the world!”

In reply, Lupa thumped her tail on the ground and licked Jason’s cheek with her big slobbery tongue, making him laugh again.

“Uh, if you’re sure she’s a dog, I guess it’s fine,” Piper said hesitantly. She got to her feet and offered her hand for Lupa to sniff. “Nice doggy?”

Lupa watched her for just a moment, and Piper could have sworn she arched one of her eyebrows, but Jason scratched her behind the ear and said, “This is Piper. She’s nice,” and she leaned forward and licked the back of Piper’s fingers.

“That’s so cool,” Leo breathed from where he was half-hiding behind Piper’s back.

Jason looked pleased with the assessment. “Do you wanna pet her?”

Leo made a terrified choking noise and scrambled back, more than giving his answer, but Piper tightened her jaw. “I’ll pet her.”

Jason beamed at her and nodded eagerly, so she slowly lifted her hand and sank her fingers into the thick gray fur on Lupa’s cheek. Lupa watched her carefully, but she still tilted her head to make it easier for Piper to continue petting her. “She’s so soft,” Piper marveled in a hushed voice. She glanced over her shoulder at Leo, who was watching her like a hawk. “Leo, come on! You gotta pet her!”

“Okay,” Leo agreed, clearly not super excited about the prospect. Still, he lifted his shaky hand and patted it between Lupa’s pricked ears. 

Lupa watched him for a moment before she pulled her lips back and lunged forward just a bit. Piper and Leo both ripped their hands away from her and leapt back with a shared yelp, but Jason just laughed brightly. “She’s just playing, guys!” he said as soon as he caught his breath. “She won’t actually bite you. Promise.”

Piper was more than a little skeptical, but as if on cue Lupa inched forward to softly snuffle at Leo’s side before giving him a gentle headbutt. Leo was trembling from head to toe and looked about on the verge of tears, but he still reached up and petted her again. “N-Nice doggy.” Lupa made a quiet chuffing sound and licked Leo all over the face like she had with Jason, until Leo was a giggling mess in front of her. “Okay! Okay! Nice doggy!”

Piper grinned at the display before she turned to Jason. “Do you think she’ll play the game with us?” Then she frowned at the tree with a contemplative scowl. “Course, I don’t think she’d fit through the portal.”

Jason considered that as well. “Maybe she’s just part of the Other World. She could–”

Jason was suddenly cut off by the sound of a loud, menacing snarl, and they both turned to see Lupa had her teeth bared at the tree, her hackles raised and fur bristled all the way down her back. Leo was right in front of her, about to crawl through the arch, but now he was completely frozen in place, eyes wide and staring down the dog who looked like she was about to eat him for lunch. 

Immediately, Piper felt indignation swell in her chest and she stomped at Lupa, trying to look as big as possible. “Hey! You dumb old dog! You leave him alone!”

Lupa’s head swung around to stare at Piper, a deep growl rumbling in her chest. Piper wanted nothing more than to turn and hide under the nearest bed, but instead she held that steady, lamplight gaze and puffed her chest out and did her best to not look scared. A moment passed, then two, before Lupa made a disgusted-sounding huffing noise and she turned and fled into the trees. 

Piper let out a slow, shaky breath before she turned to Leo. “Are you okay?”

“’m fine,” Leo mumbled, refusing to look at either of them.

Jason was at his side, helping him to his feet, and he looked almost as shaken as Leo. “I’m sorry that happened,” he said earnestly. “I’ve never seen her do anything like that. I don’t know what’s wrong with her.”

“‘snot your fault,” Leo huffed. His gaze flicked to the side and he frowned. “Man, she really doesn’t like this tree.”

“She’s definitely not allowed to play Other World with us,” Piper agreed.

“I’m sorry,” Jason repeated, shamefaced. “I really didn’t know.”

“It’s okay,” Piper assured him. “We’ll just have to make sure your dog’s not around next time we play.”

Jason looked surprised at that. “You… still wanna hang out with me?”

Piper glanced over at Leo to gauge his reaction, but he just shrugged and nodded so Piper grinned at Jason. “Yeah! We can play now, if you want.”

Before Jason could reply, there was a sharp KRCH-BOOM! of thunder overhead and Leo scowled. “It’s gonna rain again.”

“It always rains in spring,” Jason reminded him with a remorseful sigh. “I’ve gotta go. If I get rained on, my dad’ll get mad at me and I don’t wanna get yelled at. Again.”

“Same here,” Leo agreed. “I can’t afford to bring any more mud inside.”

“Okay,” Piper huffed. If she had her way, she’d stay out in the storm, but playing in the rain wasn’t as much fun by herself. “You guys wanna meet here tomorrow?”

“Yeah!” 

“Sure!”

Piper nodded, satisfied with their answers before she turned and ran towards the woods. “Bye, guys! See you tomorrow!”

“Bye, Piper!”

This time, Piper did beat the rain home, and right as the front door slammed shut, she heard the bottom fall out of the stormcloud and a white wall of rain poured down from the sky. She heaved a deep sigh and kicked off her boots before flopping over the arm of the couch. Her dad liked to fuss at her for using the furniture like a jungle gym, but she figured if he wasn’t here to fuss, she could jungle gym all she wanted. She wished her dad was home to fuss at her, but he wasn’t. He had important movie star stuff to do. It was just her (and her weird neighbors) all alone in this big ugly house.

Just as the thought crossed her mind, the phone on the wall started to ring and she sat straight up to look at it curiously. After the third ring, it clicked off before starting back up, and she scrambled across the room to go answer it.

“Hello?”

“Yes, hello. Is this Tristan McLean’s daughter?”

“Uh.” Piper paused for a moment, deciding on her answer. “Who’s asking?”

“My name is Jane,” the lady on the other end of the line said shortly. “I am an assistant on the film set where your father works. He asked me to call you.”

Piper clutched the phone closer to her ear. “My dad? He told you to call me? Is he okay?”

“Mr. McLean is perfectly fine. However, due to the storm, filming has been delayed. He wanted me to tell you that he will not be home for dinner, but that he would arrange for a pizza to be delivered instead.”

“Oh,” Piper said softly, feeling her shoulders slump. “Okay.”

“Your father has also asked that I wish you good night, and to remind you to brush your teeth,” Jane added. “Now that I have, I believe we have concluded the need for this conversation. Good night, Miss McLean.”

“Good night, Jane.”

Without a moment’s delay, the phone went dead. Piper stood there with the phone pressed to her ear for a few more seconds, like she thought that if she waited long enough, her dad would pick up and tell her it was all just some silly joke. He didn’t. He never did.

Piper sighed heavily and hung up the phone. She slumped over to the waiting couch and wrapped herself up in a blanket like a little Piper burrito and pretended like she didn’t want to cry. 

Well, at least I get to have pizza.

[vivilingriphyn]

Hi! Could you tell me what The Sham au is about? I tried going through the tags but tumblr (once again) wasn't functioning properly 😭 I love your art btw

Hai hai!(´｡^ ᵕ ^｡`)/ Thanks for asking @ishusi! The Sham is ofc my Ninjago AU that first takes place in Skybound, where Nadakhan places a curse on Jay which brings C!Nadakhan into existence and making Jay’s life a constant hell. Which is kind of the main concept, and as well as also keeping some headcanons of mine and characteristics into Jay’s character like one of my headcanons is that Lightning elemental masters are part avian and keeping his snake attributes when he was turned into a serpentine and making them more fused into his powers and his body. Which explains in Part 2 of my comic, Jay’s claws/talons, and as well as the name of the au if you guys can figure it out.

The main idea for the story is where Jay's time in misfortunes keep is prolonged and he continues to persist despite how long he's been beaten down and kept there, because of Jay persistence, Nadakhan decides to place a curse on Jay, not through magical means but through gouging out Jay's eye, and after a couple weeks Nadakhan replaces Jay's eye with a cursed one.

A curse where brings C!Nadakhan into existence (the C ofc means Curse because I didn't wanna change its name but still want a distinction between the two Nadakhans.) C!Nadakhan was made to ruin Jay and his perception of things, the longer Jay has the eye the more C!Nadakhan begins to materialize to the point Jay could feel C!Nadakhan, and since the curse was made because of Jay’s persistence, Nadakhan made sure to grant that wish by making sure C!Nadakhan never lets Jay die by any means necessary, from using provocations or even being nice to Jay.(it's unbelievable ik.) But it's not being nice based purely on how it was made, because the curse is actually sentient and has a level of self-awareness. And that it's self-aware enough that if Jay dies, it also dies. And the more the curse stays, the more C!Nadakhan begins to gain the fear of non-existence or Jay’s persistence, while also gaining the potential to become more than just a curse. Or even becoming an extension of Jay's existence, like an invisible limb that has a mind of its own. But if it finds an opportunity to become part of Jay's soul or become an actual individual being then it will take it.

The drawing I posted of C!Nadakhan and suit Jay would probably the be the present time in the AU, while the comic I've been working on is more of when Jay first got or experiences the curse and I might rename it as “The Sham | Origins”

Anywho this AU is ofc for my own self-indulgence for my headcanons to have their own place and gain a purpose and story rather than just staying as pretty illustrations in my mind and on my canvas. Also thanks :3 really glad you guys like my art and I've always try to improve and refine my art as an artist and will continue to improve ^^

[midnighthybrid1]

Welcome Home Drawing Week Challenge - Day 5

We’re just gonna

Pretend like I didn’t forget to post these two days in a row

Shhhhhh

Anywho

Day Five - AU/Crossover

I doodled up my favorite lads- Howdy and Sally- in my Circus AU! I haven’t finalized any designs for that yet or else I’d start posting that more often here-

Anywho, anywho, have the lads:

Sally is the Ringmaster, and Howdy is one of/the main Circus Carnie. I felt like those roles fit them pretty well in terms of character, what with Sally wanting to be the star of the show and Howdy being the salesman he is. I’ll go more in depth with the lore and thought processes in the future, if and when I work on the designs lol

For some reason the idea of these two being buddies is just a random itch that I feel the need to scratch at times- so I decided to be a little self indulgent and say they become good buds in this AU! This of course would cause some ✨angst✨ later in the AU’s story when some certain facts are revealed, but that’s a story for another day.

Hope ya like the lad and lass, and that ya have a wonderful day!

Likes and Reblogs are Appreciated! PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY ARTWORK!

Full Prompt List under the cut!

[thefourchimes]

Can you tell me more about the Four Chimes AU?

What paths did you originally have planned for Robin? I wanna see how close my own ideas are lol :D :D :D

And tell us more about the Chimes themselves please? Like what are they like? What kind of abilities do they have? I may need some ideas for a fight scene... hehe

so. four chimes au my beloved. the reason why my url name is the way it is, even when im an encanto centered blog AHSFUIAHSF but yeah, here we go then! also, finn mentioned you can send him asks too, he would love to answer you about this as well yeye

anywho, lore dump time! made with a tag team between me and finn

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Can you tell me more about the Four Chimes AU?

the four chimes verse is essentially an amalgamation of my want—need—for badass max, max angst, elumax angst, just general party and co angst, apocalypse four shenanigans, several unexplored character interactions and dynamics, the four horsemen of the apocalypse concept, and everything else that comes with this plus things i wasnt able to mention its very self indulgent ngl

but yes, it's about the apocalypse four (max, patrick, fred, and chrissy) and how they get turned into the upside down four horsemen of the apocalypse aka the four chimes of catastrophe by vecna, and they become his way of furthering chaos and destruction in hawkins, while also using them to get rid of his thorns aka the party and co

nobody's having a fun time lol

i've already got a lot of it planned out, i just need to write it lmao asufhaishdf

its funny because this all started when finn sent an ask to his friend about how the four victims of vecna are paralleled to the four horsemen of the apocalypse

on top of me already thinking about this, i saw the ask and pretty much ran with it

also, here's a bonus just for you! the following are the arc names of the og four chimes au (and technically still the general arc names regardless of the sub aus, tho ofc with some differences here and there):

pre-shattering

during catastrophe - the four chimes

during catastrophe - contact to familiarity

during catastrophe - jailbreak

during catastrophe - void dark

during catastrophe - escape the dark

during catastrophe - resonance

during catastrophe - the end

post-apocalypse

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What paths did you originally have planned for Robin? I wanna see how close my own ideas are lol :D :D :D

so robin is very feral yes AHSIFUHASf

im pretty sure i explained it a bit before but robin got hit by an arrow that was meant for nancy in the ciquest au, and because of nancy, she's able to find the will to fight back against the infection instead of succumbing to it, making it her own

One and the chimes sees how she's evolving and don't like it, so lence's suggestion of getting nancy takes priority, and so it happens

nance becomes quest and now the battle is on

robin is obviously devastated and the gang is slightly in shambles because of how much nancy brings to the table, and now she's gone—no, worse, she's being used for the other side

so robin steps up to the plate in multiple ways, trying her best to fill the void nancy was forced to leave behind

the burden on her is so heavy considering she got a power she technically never expected to have nor wanted, but now it's on her to make the most use of it

she usually questions why it was her who was in this situation and literally not anybody else who she thinks could definitely do better

lots of questions and wondering for her

now, unlike with renegade, she doesn't lose herself technically, but she gets close, like a lot

though should i mention that there was a little kidnapping that happened? the person who was kidnapped in question being someone who is very important to robin and may have caused a some strain and conflict for her and the chimes?

yeah, the chimes kidnapped steve to lure robin to them so that they can take her down

it was conquest's idea :)

robin was very much not happy about that btw

lots of things happen and as said, robin was very much close to losing it so many times but she doesn't for a couple of reasons

renegade is a completely new take and direction of ciquest and just four chimes in general, and im so interested in seeing where it goes, so very interested <333

i feel like im not able to tell robin's full story here, both because we want to keep some things hidden and also because my brain is kinda not working rn AHSFUHASF mb on that one

but yeah, that's generally it, tho if you got more questions, feel free to send an ask to either me or finn, and if we remember something in particular, we'll make sure to mention it

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And tell us more about the Chimes themselves please? Like what are they like? What kind of abilities do they have? I may need some ideas for a fight scene… hehe

here's the longest part because...lore dump yes

the chimes our beloveds <33

so the chimes. in our 68600 messages (as of the moment) of a four chimes dump, we've built up the characters and personalities of the chimes, and somewhere in this thread is the scattered information on them

now, i unfortunately dont have the time and patience to go through the thread to find all of the little information, but we'll do our best to give a good rundown of their characters

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here you go with the characters and personalities first:

famine

wields throwing knives

very loyal to One (meaning he gaslit her so much for that loyalty to come to be, a consequence of being his first chime)

wants to be the leader because she thinks (and is gaslit to think) that she deserves it (One really likes to cause discord between his chimes)

having no prior connection to the main gang—or thorns as they call the gang—besides eddie who is dead and a spectre here, so she's the one who has the least moments of "remembering their past life" before

is very brutal and ruthless and likely the one the gang got the most injuries from in a general sense

death

wields a large scythe

my secret blorb

most likely to actually defy One, and fun fact, he has an au called the runaway au where he, a chime in the middle of the battle between the upside down and right side up, got to run and escape from One before certain things happened, which then causes a chain reaction in this au ofc

he's a coward, and this plays a lot into his actions and interactions

technically had a connection with nancy in the gang, but with conquest here, it gets harder for him to connect, but robin actually steps up to the plate here

war

wields a sword

is the most balanced out of everyone when looking at his loyalty and his defiance to One, in the middle of the pack in that sense

his past life of abuse shows up a lot when it comes to One, so he tends to throw others under the bus to not get caught in the crossfire (not that he wants to do this, but he also doesnt want to gain One's ire)

just generally very chill, the most chill out of every one here

is the medic of the team because of how he's the personification of war

has a connection with lucas in the gang, so that's something that gets him to "remember" some stuff in a way

pestilence

wields bow and arrows

finn and mine's blorb

leader in og, former leader in ciquest/conquest

if you can only see the rambles we have on her…it will take days to get through

will take the bullet for the other chimes when it comes to One's ire

vec has a tighter hold on her because she's max

literally connected with everyone, will have a lot of moments where she feels familiarity (and will subsequently get punished for it later)

second most gaslit by One in a way, which is big oof

conquest

wields a sawed-off shotgun

the leader in ciquest/conquest aus

very protective of all the chimes and especially lence

vec also has tighter hold on her because she's nancy

last one to fall, was suggested by lence to be taken

more aware of things than the other chimes, but still completely controlled by One

same case as lence, but even more so considering she's been there since the start of it all (does her best to take most of lence's punishments as her own when One goes after them)

gets very hyperfocused with robin (vaguely aware the thorn makes her weak in some sense but quest doesn't care), but is frustrated she cant hurt her too much because lence will get hurt too (and maybe another reason deep down, but she doesnt acknowledge it)

all of them

they're all dog coded

One can summon them/call them whenever and its shown through the shivering cold in their necks, like what happens with will

One wants them to be just the way he wants them, meaning the way they died and got transformed into chimes must be how they are no matter what (this includes clothes, hair, weapons, and everything in general)

the only new addition he accepts them to have are new scars :')

the chimes have such a complicated relationship, but at the end of the day, post-vec, they love each other

note for them individually: there's a lot more that i want to add but my brain is blanking a little and i am probably forgetting some things, but here are some of the important things to note (remember this is incomplete to everything we wanna add ASFHUIASFh)

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some relationship notes (by pairs, groups are another story)

min clashes with death when it comes to lence, but otherwise are fine with each other, neutral in general but are connected as the first two chimes of One

min and war are not quite friends, more distant than friends but closer than allies… (very interesting when you note how they were in their Before)

has a very one-sided antagonistic rivalry with lence, especially when it comes to the leadership position (this changes a bit when quest is in play as she's the leader, but there's still the rivalry with lence despite not being leader in ciquest/conquest), will be very callous in a way with her, but they actually work well together, especially as the similar twin concepts of famine and pestilence

quest is able to take min's bitterness mostly in a stride and keeps her in check from being too antagonistic when it comes to leadership roles and just generally (helps because quest understands them in a way, though she doesnt understand why she does)

death and war are more or less chill with each other, most cordial relationship out of every single chime relationship and the least tension filled, just vibing so real (though war knows death is a coward and death knows that war knows it)

death and lence are surprisingly close, only second to quest for lence (and death too technically, which is inspired by their Before), this relationship is due to the fact that in canon, max got to see and technically interact with chrissy, patrick, and nancy, but never with fred, so we saw it and ran with it and now they're close here

death and quest are more or less okay with each other, and their Before helped them understand each other better, unlike the other chimes' Before affecting their relationships in another way

war and lence are complicated, since war throws lence under the bus the most (especially in og) to avoid One's ire, and lence understands why, because of her own Before (and it doesnt help that she takes bullets for the other chimes), but they're both fine more or less

war and quest are similar to min and lence with the similar concepts, war and conquest, fire and lava, war follows quest to the T (just like he does with lence in og but more so here with quest), and they work well together because of their similar concepts

lence and quest are the closest out of everyone, helped by their Before and their instincts with each other, confides with each other a lot and are just helping each other no matter what, tho ofc this comes with the consequence of One seeing this "weakness" of theirs and using this bond between them to punish them when he sees fit

although here's a note about this too: finn said "honestly tho their relationships r So complicated its hard to capture in a few sentences", and i agree, what you just read is just some general thoughts on their relationships, but god is there so much more to them all, and if we want to really show you the relationships in full, we would have to ramble it all out ASHUFIUASHF but yeah

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here you go with their abilities:

famine

knife throwing, very fast and precise

the fastest of the chimes

can cripple the energy and power of a person

takes down the food supply and wilts crops

can take the energy and vitality of a being and/or object

death

scythe proficiency

is the slowest of the chimes

everything related to death

teleportation through the shadows

summon bone beings

forming shadow tendrils kinda

exudes the ambiance of the end of life, striking a deep sense of fear

war

fireeeee

flame sword, very proficient with swords

second fastest of the chimes

use the molotovs and flamethrowers against the gang because fire for real

hot skin, literally

can cause a sense of crisis and rage in those near

lence

causes sickness (through arrows) and disorientation of people (through aura exuded)

poison arrows

has a balisong (one she had as max—this is an hc we have) and uses it as an extra weapon

second slowest of the chimes

infect people to insanity or to do her bidding

also wilts flowers and plants in general

aura vision (she's blind because of her interrupted transformation due to el but she can see the sort of "auras" of beings, especially the upside down ones)

quest

gun proficient (obviously)

very precise shots

her gun can either fire in a scattered way like a shotgun or only one bullet at a time, it depends on quest herself

lava (we were thinking mix of fire and earth for conquest, hence lava)

also hot skin, literally

in the middle of the fast and slow spectrum

can summon different types of guns, smaller guns takes less energy for her actually, but One doesn't like that so she doesn't do it much, if at all

all

sort of intangibility (only works when they're full on chime mindset, if their anchor selves start waking up and breaching the surface, they become vulnerable and the intangibility doesnt work)

connected to One's power

summoning their weapons

connected to their hounds (their horses)

faster healing

technically immortality (as long as One is around)

and bonus!

robin

connected to lence, draws power from her

trying to infect her even more causes robin to grow stronger and lence to grow weaker (this is important to note heheheh)

means she's a bit more feral though (she gets close to losing herself but doesnt fully)

becomes more durable and stronger and the best at dealing with the chimes in the long run

also faster healing

another note: i am very sure i forgot some things so yeah, assume this list is incomplete AHSFIUHASF but thats what we can remember off the top of our heads

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anywho, yeah! that's pretty much a lore dump and a half, except i also know its not complete and there's still so much more we want to say but are unable to mention it for several reasons

but maybe those are asks for another day (wink wink, go check out @lumaxramblings' askbox too yesyes)

thank you for the ask! and i hope this helped with the renegade au yesyes <33

see ya around

[spotlightstudios]

If I were to Post Writing stuff, what would anyone following me like to see?

I'm... not expecting to get many votes on this one, but if any of y'all want to see more of my writing, this is the chance to decide what projects I do in my freetime!

Option 1) AEB is a space/merman based AU for Sun, Moon, and Eclipse! The reader is a scientist with some terrible amnesia who's been trapped on an oceanic planet for who-knows how long. They're also a wanted criminal for a crime they don't remember, so when they're cornered, they flee into the ocean hoping rid all evidence of their existence... Only, a huge entity saves their life, and they find themselves in an underwater civilization full of political drama and an overprotective guardian keeping them trapped.

Option 2) A bard/cleric gets into some shenanigans, stealing and smuggling to make his way, but one day he's caught in the act, and it's not anything like he'd expect. It's a kinda cheesy romance about Emphryean (the Cleric/Bard/Rogue) getting caught stealing from the collection of an ex-general turned noble, Lord Kensington (a Sorcerer/Artificer), and instead of getting put in jail or whatever, they fall in love :D

Option 3) Gambit Hub is a location in a VR game in which advanced AI are removed from their own games and kept in challengable dungeons for players to meet and recieve loot from. This follows the journey of Spotlight, a mage who is just a little bit too good at escaping their dungeon, their best friend Byal, a lizard-humaoid who's an expert at parkour, and Ideation Zero, Spotlight's jailer and companion. Those three, and of course, the Player/Reader that wants to know exactly how/why these AI are so advanced. (Interactive Story, even???)

Option 4) Constant Orbit is another DCA au being worked on at @the-neon-spotlight by my friend and I. Neon says they have plans for N, but in the meantime I'm writing some non-canon drabbles for N and DJMM!

Option 5) The Tower is literally just a self-indulgent OC×Reader thing that follows closely the story of The Arcana. You're an apprentice magician, but you find yourself sent away by your master to find supplies. It's the first time he's sent you on your own, and you're confident you can make it... that is, until you're lost in the woods. Luckily, you stumble across a traveling salesman in a clearing. They offer you food, shelter for the night, and save you from the beasts lurking in the dark. Maybe they can help you to your destination?

Anywho... happy voting! Hopefully I'll be working on some of these regardless, but this should motivate me hehe.

[salempie]

Hhhrrmmmm N W and Y for the ask game if you're still up to it

This reply is egregiously late but in my defense. I was out of town when I got it I think ANYWHO! To answer your ask [which is in reference to this post for any unaware <3]: N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice). Yknow what I really wanna see more of? Chops and JT. I think they're really cute! I like them both a lot! I SHOULD BE THE CHANGE I WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD!!! I would also love to see more people's age-up/time-skip designs of the campers! I love love looooove seeing how everyone interprets my favorite little guys! I don't think the fandom is particularly lacking in this regard, I just crave more because I am greedy. Also I'm very very slow when it comes to drawing and seeing everyone else with theirs makes me want to finish mine <3 I am not big on cosplay, although I wish I was, but I was so shocked not to have seen a single camper cosplay! Like, there's Raz and Lili of course, but I haven't seen a cosplay of ANY of the other campers!!! Not even a Dogen! Like, I'm probably looking in all the wrong spots but like! Idk! I have a half put together Franke Cosplay I've been "working on" for a year but it's probably not ever getting finished if I'm being completely honest with myself. And I know if you go to a con as a camper there aren't gonna be many people who recognize you [and my favorite part is always being recognized] but idk, if anyone has their own camper cosplay they are required to let me see it IMMEDIATELY!!! [Bonus: my Butch's Noir AU. I gaze out my rain-battered window and dream of a better life. One with her in it.]

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom. Ohhhh man. Honestly idk if it counts as a 'trope' but I hate when a fandom demonizes women who were like. A little bit mean. Or like when the media the fandom is around is like literally only men and like one Girl that is so Girl and they make sure you know she is Girl because she is so so Girl. If I have to come up with something that's like actually a trope uhhhhhhh---I try not to fill my heart with rage or hatred because my soul must remain pure and good lest I never meet my personal hero Unicorn from Real Life, however I also dislike AU's that change literally everything about the characters. I understand how and why that happens though and will never be mad at someone for making something self indulgent for themselves when my best friend Block Button is right there, waiting to be used without malice. OH ALSO WHEN THE MAJORITY OF FANDOM AGREES ON A CHARACTERIZATION THAT IS SO LIKE. TURNING THE CHARACTER INTO A LITTLE MEOW MEOW WHEN THEY ARE ABSOLUTELY NOT THAT.

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)? Oh the amount of sonic lore I have learned about all against my will. I can't say I mind though! My Butch has been trying to get me to play Sonic for like. Over a year. Minimal success. I am TRYING I SWEAR. I like unleashed the most so far but I have partially [as in like, only a couple of levels] played only two (2) games also <3. Homestuck also probably...two of my besties love it to pieces and I feel like if I try to dip my toe into it will be dissolved by acid. Yet somehow I know more troll lore than I ever thought possible. One of my moots has also been crazy into In Stars and Time [?] so I have been getting a LOT of that on my dash (,'

[cannibalonair]

Hello there dear Alastor, I am somewhat confused about your opinions on fan fiction. While yes, the majority of fan fiction is brutish and immature, it is not necessarily... sexual. Many authors compose anthology works, attempting to... how should I put it... Dissect the meaning behind characters. Call me old fashioned, but some classic works are, by modern definition, Fan fiction. Take James Joyce's Ulysses for example; James' book retells the story of The Odyssey in a modern, for the time, lens. By extension allowing it fall under the umbrella of an "AU" (alternate universe) story. Anywho, that is my two cents. Toodaloo! -TOM

Hello, TOM. You misunderstand. Though fanfiction of a sexual nature is, of course, uniquely reprehensible, it is not the true cause of my hatred. To write fanfiction is inherently self-indulgent and masturbatory and disrespectful to the original work.

[dangerous-disposition]

self-indulgent steddie au #1:

imagine if you will, group housing & events coordinator Steve getting a turnover from the sales manager, gonna say it's robin for the sake of this, for a band coming to town in a few months for a local festival. she asks steve if he listens to metal and steve is like "....no?" and she's like "okay cool."

when he gets the details for the group, everything is already incognito. the name of the band and all the members in it are under aliases. steve is immediately skeptical of the level of anonymity, especially since a google search would reveal everything (he knew they were performing at the local festival, he knew the dates of their stay, and that they were a rock adjacent band so he knew exactly which stage they would be playing), but whatever, he doesn't actually care??? so he puts the rooming list in, assigns the comp upgrade to the alias marked as "front man", and tucks himself in to read the riders. it's... not a lot because it's all really standard shit--pre-reg, pre-key, marked envelopes in a bigger envelope to be handed to the manager, specific brand of pop to be provided in the rooms--steve rolls his eyes bc of course they require the brand that the hotel doesn't have a contract with--but the riders are so comprehensive. whoever prepared them pays very close attention to detail, and if it didn't make steve's job harder he would be impressed.

anyway, so he reaches out with the confirmed rooming list and a note that he would reach out closer to the actual cut-off date to finalize and confirm details about the stay. he provides his work number to be contacted if they would like to discuss or confirm anything at all. the standard procedure for a group that is still 2 months out from their cut-off date. starts compiling his notes off of the riders to prepare for the huge group coversheet he's going to have to prepare for a 10-room block ugh

something something, somehow steve begins dealing directly with, u guessed it, eddie, the front man, but he doesn't know eddie is the front man somehow, like i'm thinking it's something like Chrissy is the manager, but in the system there was a typo and her name was input as Chris Cunningham, and when Steve called her number, Eddie picked up and just rolled with being called Chris?? maybe??? this is where the au gets a little fuzzy for me bc i cannot imagine being this fuckn unprofessional to in-depth so like...JUST SOMEHOW THEY START TALKING, and of course it is strictly business at the start of it, but eddie is a flirt in a way that's...not creepy like steve has gotten used to from clients. it's never overbearing, never expectant, just...nice. something something steve starts flirting back a bit

anywho, steve ends up kinda down fuckn bad for this guy, which he knows is stupid bc he's a client and the manager of a famous metal band, and he would lose his job if he actually made a move. especially on the clock what the fuck. that doesn't stop eddie from asking if steve would maybe grab drinks with him when they're in town (they're staying over the weekend, so steve would be off the clock, and what he does in his free time is his business, so long as he doesn't return to the hotel with eddie and spend the night) and steve says he'd consider it, but basically says yes

shit comes to a head a bit though when steve does his "hey, it's the cut-off date, let's officially finalize these details" email, even after two months of chatting back and forth with who he assumed was the manager. colour him surprised when the Teams call connects and Chrissy Cunningham is on his screen and he gawks at her for several seconds trying to understand like "wait...what?" immediately she catches on to the root of his confusion and she explains to him in a long-suffering, exasperated tone that the front man of the band uses her phone a lot because his own usually gets lost or broken, so steve had been talking to a rockstar for two months. chrissy goes "he does this every time" (meaning chatting with the hotel staff before she even has a chance to finalize shit bc he's always on her phone) but what steve takes that to mean is "he flirts with and asks out the hotel staff everywhere they go" and steve is........ he refuses to call it heartbroken bc that's fuckn dramatic for a flirtation with a man he hasn't even seen (bc yes, steve still hasn't tried to google them bc even now that he does care a bit, he didn't want to spoil the surprise), so he settles on Disappointed.

there's a convo where eddie calls steve except from his own phone like "so it looks like i was found out" and steve was like "yup" and eddie's like "are we still on for drinks?" and steve is like "nope. it's not worth my job to play groupie for the night" and obviously this misunderstanding plays out for a bit bc uh Tension, obvs.

somehow this all resolves itself which again, i'm fuzzy on the details bc the thought of being this unprofessional is too far beyond me, but steve and eddie go for drinks and hit it off really well and steve is truly down bad for this guy which is STUPID bc now steve knows just how famous eddie is at this point. just bleh. steve takes eddie back to his place (again, he's free to do what he wants in his free time with whoever he wants, he just can't go back to eddie's hotel room to do it) and obvs they have a Grand Ol'Time there

and something something they make it work, first saying they can be kinda friends with benefits to make it seem like NOT a long distance relationship, until steve confesses that he's stopped dating ppl and wants to discuss exclusivity. turns out eddie hasn't hooked up with anyone since he and steve went out so like...yeah. they're dating, and this is wear my thoughts on this AU end.

[mysticalsoot]

sick at space camp

a self-indulgent boarding school au fic

A/N; yes this takes place at a space camp boarding school and no I will not be disclosing exactly why other than autism. anywho I may do more of this specific boarding school au- who knows? also I just made up names for reader's family like figures lmao

summary; reader and wil get sick and have wholesome moments, wilbur is very whiny and sickly.

tw// swearing?? sickness. wilbur is whiny but when is he not

words; 2.5k

pairings; wilbur x gn!reader

dedicated to @lvrboysoot as always<3

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Wilbur's immune system was shit, that was a well-known fact. So going to a boarding school filled with (most likely) germy kids wasn't the best decision on his part, but nevertheless, here he was laying in his bunk, coughing out his lungs as you were shivered up in your own bunk. 

The two of you caught some sort of cold—probably from running in the rain the week prior, Wilbur's idea—and both of you were paying for it. The two of you were quarantined to your dorm, which you shared with a few other kids, and we're also left out of activities for the day or as long as it takes for you both to get better. And hopefully, for you, it would be soon. Right now as you shiver and sniffle, you're missing out on getting to meet scientists and astronauts—and part of you began to resent Wilbur and his romantic ideals that landed the two of you in bed. 

You heard him cough again, followed by a stuffy-sounding groan, "Next time you get an idea for a romantic escapade, let's not do it during a storm?" You pipe up, peeking around the wall that separates your bunk from the desk underneath his.

Wilbur simply grunts, covering his face with his hands, "Then don't agree to it," He turns over to lay on his front, head shoved into his pillow.

"Well, I didn't know it was going to rain when you convinced me to sneak out!" You sit up, skooching closer to the end of your bed, taking your tissues with you, "I told you that you'd regret sneaking out," You shake your head in disapproval, a smile painted on your lips, watching as he turns around again, this time onto his back. He can't seem to get comfortable and he grunts when he goes to sit up, not feeling even an ounce of comfort in his bed.

"No one caught us," He pauses as you stand, and only a few steps later you're climbing the ladder to his top bunk, reaching the tissues out for him to take. He takes the box and nods his head as a thank you, "I don't know why you complain so much about it." He shrugs as he sneezes into one of the tissues he took from the box.

"Becauuuse," You draw out the word, leaning away from the ladder as you hold onto the side of it, dramatically leaning your head back before snapping it back to face him, "It's against the rules, there's a curfew for a reason, bee."

He smiles softly at the nickname, a faint fluttering in his chest at the word—he feels happy despite the aches that radiate in his body. You back down from the ladder, walk back to your bunk, and wrap yourself in your blanket as you sit on the side, looking up at him.

"How the fuck are we going to pass the time," He pauses, his eyes meeting yours despite the distance between his bunk and yours, "It's already noon and I don't think I can sleep anymore, man."

You giggle slightly, shrugging your shoulders, "We could work on our space law project. We haven't finished that."

He grumbles, shaking his head, "Hell no, for the love of God, anything but that," Wilbur sits up, pulling his legs to rest against his chest and he keeps his gaze locked on you. Despite your sickly skin and puffy under eyes—you're beautiful, in every meaning of the word. He simply stays there admiring you, eyes shining with a glint of love and joy.

"Oh, come on, it's not that bad," You shake your head, rolling your eyes and you too, admire him. Your eyes locked on his, his patchy cheeks bright and pink, his own under eyes puffy too, the tip of his nose bright red. The two of you look sickly, but you both still manage to find the beauty in each other despite the patchy color and puffy eyes.

He sits up straight, stiff and his face falls into a look of blank seriousness, "You signed me up to argue our case, I wouldn't be the one to say it's 'not that bad'," Wilbur keeps his gaze locked on yours, and you laugh.

"Oh, come on, Wil," You lift yourself off your bed, walking over to the ladder of his bunk again, wrapping yourself in your blanket just a bit tighter, "You're great at public speaking, and don't get me started on how well you are at persuading people," You chuckle lightly, sarcasm dripping from your last statement.

"You're so mean," He mumbles to you as he rubs his face with his hands, settling to hide his face in his hands.

"And a mean person who doesn't love you at all would—despite their better judgment—sneak out with you past curfew to run across campus, in the rain may I add, so you can have your hopeless romantic fantasy of dancing under the Saturn V?" You raise an eyebrow at him, smile wide and playful and he rolls his eyes at you.

"Touche," He slinks down to lay on his back, "I'm surprised your dad hasn't found out about that," Wilbur lets a soft smirk show through as his eyes slide shut.

"He doesn't and will never know, okay? Don't even tell Evan, he'll spill it immediately just to spite me," You shake your head, reminded of the glares your uncle-like figure has given Wilbur is the boy so much as hugs you. It's merely a joke between you—while he does care deeply about you, he cares about all his students and could care less if you and Wilbur snuck out. Although, your dad will care because he is legally responsible for you.

"No sane person would tell Evan a secret, or do something to get on his bad side," Wilbur jokingly shivers at the thought, smiling wide yet his eyes still shut.

"You telling him is like an immediate incrimination of yourself—I'd get off scot-free because in his mind—" You say the next part in a singsong voice, tilting your head in a teasing manner, "I can do no wrong~" You pause, gesturing your hand towards him, smiling, "But you on the other hand, oh boy, you might as well be the devil,"

"It's only because we're dating and he's overprotective of you," He huffs, crossing his arms, although the smile he holds only grows.

"Yeah, yeah, he just knows if I'm hurt under his supervision he's in biiiig trouble," You laugh to yourself, leaning against the ladder again.

"Your dad is kind of scary, so I don't blame him," Wilbur shrugs, discarding another tissue into the bin next to him.

"My dad? Scary?" You huff, shaking your head with a smile, "That man, is the equivalent of a cotton candy bear," 

Wilbur raises his eyebrows, "That sure is one comparison," 

"Well, it's true!" You counter and then a comfortable silence blankets the two of you. You tap the metal of the ladder before dropping down to your feet and going back to sit on the edge of your bunk. You curl back into the corner, wrapping yourself in your blanket, and hiding away from Wilbur's loving eyes.

You both rest in your respective bunks for a good while, the room entirely silent besides the occasional coughs and sneezes. It's not long before you're dozing off, your eyes desperate to slide shut.

A moment later, you're met with the feeling of warmth next to you and a shuffling sound following it. You open your eyes and you are far from surprised when your vision is net with a sickly Wilbur curled in his blanket, trying to squeeze into the bunk with you.

"It got lonely," He mumbles as he slips under your blanket with you, his head resting on your chest and his arm draping over your middle. You smile softly down at him, wrapping your hands in his frizzy hair. 

"Did it get lonely or are you just clingy?" You laugh lightly as he nuzzles against your chest, his legs tangling with yours.

"Rude," He let out a soft laugh, and now with him wrapped around you, you're wide awake, "I missed you,"

"Soo, clingy?" You smile wide, wrapping your arms around him and pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

"I hate you," Despite his words, Wilbur holds a warm smile as he speaks, simply tightening his grip on you and nuzzling his face against your chest.

"I hate you too," You smile softly, slinking down slightly and he readjusts against you. 

"Objection," He smiles up at you, "You love me."

You shake your head, "Mm, nope, pretty sure all I feel for you is loathful hate."

"How dare you," His tone is playful and he lays his cheek on your shoulder.

Silence blankets the room again, interrupted by sniffling from him and chattering of your teeth. You pull the blankets up further, trying to wrap yourself in any sort of warmth you can. Wilbur notices this and wraps his arms around you even more, doing his best to warm you.

Something about the domestic nature of this; of being sick and in your lover's arms, is somehow calming. You feel like shit, but being next to Wilbur makes it all better. Being able to run your fingers through his hair, brush his warm cheeks with your hands, or just look down at him and admire him—feels like a blessing in itself.

You place a gentle kiss on the top of his head, resting your chin against him moments later, "You wanna watch a movie?"

He nods, smiling, "Space Camp 1986?" He tilts his head up to meet your eyes.

You laugh, "Don't tell Evan."

"Who said I was gonna tell the man who hates that movie more than anything, that I, his precious favorite student's boyfriend, suggested it in the first place?" He huffs as he shakes his head, sitting up and scooting off the bunk and grabbing his laptop off the desk, sneaking back into your bunk a moment later.

"You are a shit liar," You huff, smiling wide as you let him wrap his arm around you and you open the laptop, putting in the password and scrolling through Netflix as Wilbur holds you.

His chin rests on the top of your head, "I'm a good liar, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Hm, okay, whatever you say. Live in your little fantasy world, Wil," You continue your scrolling, doing your best to find the movie but so far not finding it.

"You know, you can search for it," His lips curl up in a mischievous grin and you huff, continuing your scrolling on a search for your watch again section.

"I know it's here, asshole," You briefly glance over to him, glaring for a split second with a grin of your own plastered on your features. You scroll down a couple more lines until you find it and when you do, you stick your tongue out at Wilbur, taunting him. "Told ya!" You select the movie and let it begin playing while you push the laptop to lay on your knees. You wrap your arms around Wilbur and rest your head against his chest and he follows suit, his own arms wrapping tightly around you in a warm embrace.

"You still could've looked it up," He whispers against your hair as he presses a soft kiss against the top of your head and you grumble at him.

"Yeah, yeah, now shush, the movie's playing," You nuzzle in further next to him and focus your attention on the movie. The little girl at the beginning wishes to touch the stars like John Glenn, and then the pilot and her husband and how she too wishes to touch the stars—but has yet to be picked by NASA while the rest of her male colleagues have seemed to all get their chance.

You lay there in comforting silence, breathing and sniffles of noses the only things heard aside from the movie playing in front of you and your lover. It's quiet and comforting. So serene and domestic.

The movie continues on and when you've gotten to the point the crew of kids gets stuck in the space shuttle; you look up at Wilbur.

"You're so pretty…" You whisper as you gaze up at him, his fingers twirling into the hair atop your head, his gaze mindlessly locked on the computer screen.

He looks down at you, cheeks dusting pink, "You think so?" Wilbur's expression is unsure and you smile softly, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek.

You nod softly, "I know so," You run your thumb over his cheek, face rough from having yet to shave today.

"How do you know?" He whispers back, and you sit up, your hand falling to rest on his shoulder. The movie still plays in the background.

"How wouldn't I know?" You pose the question resting your legs over his and pulling him in for his head to rest against your chest. You run your fingers through his frizzy curls.

"Mm, I don't know," He pauses, arm wrapping around your back, "Maybe cause I'm not, especially right now,"

You huff a laugh, hand grazing at his cheek, the warmth on his skin either from nervousness or sickness, and neither of you could tell, "You're kidding, right," You pause, and he shakes his head, "Love, you're sick. Give yourself a break," You lean down and press a kiss to the top of his head, "And fyi, you're pretty all the time, even sick," 

He hides his face in the fabric of your shirt, blushing wildly, "I don't deserve you," The words are mumbled and if you weren't so close to him, you wouldn't have been able to hear him.

"Of course you do, you deserve the multiverse, darling," He shakes his head.

"Nope," 

You huff a small laugh, "Are we really gonna do this?"

"Yup," He lifts his head, smiling wide.

"Alright," You smile, eyes sliding shut and then you open them, looking down at Wilbur, "I love you more than anything and you deserve everything in the multiverse and then some, end of story,"

He fakes a pout, "I didn't even get to argue,"

Your smile is just as evident, if not more so and you place a gentle kiss to his forehead, "That's the point," You take a moment when you process the burning of his skin, and you place the back of your palm to his forehead, "You've got a fever," Your smile turns down into a frown.

Wilbur whines, "Don't make me go to sick bay, pleaaaaaase," 

"Wil," You brush some of his curls out of his face, "If you have a fever, you have to go,"

He shakes his head, resting against your shoulder, "Just let me stay here longer, just a bit more?"

You nod, "Fine, but when the movie's over, sick bay, asap."

"Agreed," He puts out his pinky and you wrap your own around his.

[destinysbounty]

Tell the people of your blorbitos¹, bountyboss²!

1 - blorbitos (noun): smaller blorbos, that originate from one's own brain;

2 - [n]boss (noun): a term equal to girlboss, often using a certain part of the interlocutor's identity or aesthetic as the replacement for "girl".

Aye aye, captain!

So i have. Many. Many many blorbitos from my brain. Ignoring all the ocs that come from various unused fics, here are my two main brain blorbos:

418 -- Red Visor oc

418 is a Red Visor who formerly worked for Unagmi but eventually developed self-awareness, passed through the Manifestation Gate, and is just kinda chilling in the real world now. He's become very intrigued by philosphy and sociology and existentialism and is a total nerd who reads long, dry academic papers just for fun. Hes also probably the closest thing to a well-adjusted individual in all of Ninjago. Red Visors dont originally have individual names iirc, but he named himself after a particular HTTP error code bc that's just his sense of humor. His friends call him 'Four' for short. Ive also been considering putting him in a post-ns12 fic that ive actually been working on for several weeks now, but that depends on whether or not i actually write the darn thing

Avery - elemental master oc!

Now i went a bit overboard with her backstory, but if youll indulge me for a bit of a rant! So, in the distant future, long after the original ninja are gone with only Lloyd left bc immortality, a kid named Avery befriends the current master of amber, named Kiara. Anywho, a new threat has been wrecking Ninjago and an old, wisened Lloyd has been recruiting elemental masters to help him protect the world once more. And since Kiara is the new master of amber, she gets recruited - and because Avery is her bestie, she insists on tagging along.

Avery isnt initially an elemental master, tho! She starts out in a support role that is functionally similar to Samurai X. But over time she gets a bit jealous of everyone's cool powers and adventures, and all the attention they get from saving the world all the time. So when a new villain manages to find the Teapot of Tyrahn and releases Nadakhan...well, Avery gets duped into wishing for elemental power. And thus the element of acid is created! The drawback? Using her power physically hurts her! And she doesnt have a lot of control over it! Isnt that fun.

Anyway even after they defeat Nadakhan (for good this time), Avery is still stuck with her broken element, and old!Lloyd trains her to control it. And JUST when she is finally getting the hang of things, guess who shows up - the Time Twins! Remember how they yoinked off to the future at the end of HoT? Yeah this is that future. And remember the Obsidian Glaive from Shadow of Ronin? The relic capable of manipulating peoples memories? Yeah they manage to piece that thing back together, and use it on Kiara to coerce her into turning traitor and siding with the Hands of Time (by twisting her memories to make her think Avery isnt her friend but rather her enemy). So in a big confrontation between Avery and the Time Twins/Kiara, Kiara shoves Avery into a time vortex.

Eventually, Avery lands in the past. Several centuries in the past. Roughly circa season 3 of the canon era, to be specific. And. Uh. Shes not having a great time, lets just say that. Especially since old!Lloyd's teachings were the only thing that helped Avery control her broken element, but now she has to deal with a version of Lloyd that is actually less experienced than her and its...complicated. So Avery has some messy baggage regarding Lloyd, and also its just generally weird to have her old man mentor be so young and spry and silly.

In an AU where Avery exists, shed have met the ninja during Chen's tournament (due to future knowledge she knows Chen is evil, but old!Lloyd has never been especially forthcoming about the more traumatic details of his past and also she has terrible memory, so she while she knows Chen is evil she doesnt exactly know the nature of his schemes. Shes just here bc she wants to steal Clouse's spellbook in case it has any time travel spells that can send her home.) From then on she would be a recurring ally, using her vague-at-best knowledge of world history to aid them in their various quests, until officially joining the team to help search for Master Wu.

Anyway, im not much of an artist but here's a drawing of Avery! Dont ask me to draw 418 tho, i dont think my limited art skills reach that far

I have some more ocs, but these are the most well-developed, fleshed-out characters i have so far.