#civillians under attack

[anastasiamaru]

Evacuation

The russians is shelling Kherson, there are hits near the evacuation points, — the head of the Regional Military Administration Prokudin reports on the strikes on the coastal areas and the central part of the city

russians are terrorists

[zeitztun]

ik this is known but no successful settler colony has reached relative "internal stability" without genocide. north america is the first example of this that comes to mind: during the early years all up to the 19th cent., wars and attacks between native americans and settlers were frequent. and yes, while the settler armies were more well armed and more powerful, the native americans were a great force against the european invasions and did cause casualties among white populations, "including civillians", and halted expansion and development for many of the colonies.

this was met in 2 ways:

federal programs sponsored by the colonial states (violent deculturation, seperation from families through residential & boarding schools, expulsion from ancestral lands and destruction of the indigenous identity)

and unofficial, "individual" settler and enlistee actions of massacres upon indigenous populations. these events obviously were never prosecuted because they worked in tandem with the colonial powers, supported and encouraged by them.

the extermination of the american indigenous people wasn't just a facet of american success but the foundation of it. if they weren't subject to the genocide, the wealth and vast land in north america wouldn't have reached the white populations and the continent would be unrecognizable today, with canada and the united states not slightly as globally influencial as they are today. imagine a usa reliant on tourism.

and ik this is all elementary level information, but israel mirrors this entire process in eery similarity, with ancient, ancestral lands seized from palestenians exploited and destroyed for capital gains following violent expulsions (the nakba created israel). palestinians remaining within the israeli border endure lynchings and attacks by settlers as well as repression and persecution under federal law. israel was founded on the same colonialist principles that america and other european settler colonies (algeria, mozambique, kenya) were: their survival just depended on how far they would go to destroy the indigenous population.

what im dreading is that israel is on course to go further and proceed with that destruction. we are currently is a uniquely horrifying moment: 2,600 dead palestenians and 6,000 in hospitals with 0 supplies and 0 power - and the ground assault following the impossible evacuations is looming. the massacres about to sweep palestinian lands with the gifting of the ten thousand rifles to settlers. the unprovoked, unwarned and constant airstrikes. the monolithic, hysteric nature of mainstream western media. the army's sentiment of hunting animals. the global unrepentant backing. the repeated promise of complete victory.

what would complete victory mean? you cannot quell palestenian resistance without exterminating palestine. the palestenian people are a tortured people, hungry, radicalized simply from their day to day life: not one gazan hasn't watched corpses being pulled from the rubble, not one gazan doesn't have murdered family, not one gazan doesn't have something to mourn. their friends and family disappear or lose limbs on the daily now, building on grief from the previous 7 decades deep destruction. the homesickness is constant. the sounds of explosions is never far. of course there would be resistance movements, of course there would be revenge attacks, of course it will be bloody, because no humans in the world could silently endure these conditions. if hamas was entirely destroyed tomorrow, the next generation of palestinian youths would simply form another. for a complete, permanent victory, you would need to raze palestine.

this is why i balk at people hoping for coexistence. coexistence goes against the very founding strategy of israel. it goes against every principle and long term plan israel has for itself. israelis themselves do not want coexistence, they want gaza flattened and the west bank annexed, they want palestine destroyed and the palestenian people extinct. any sympathy with israel is a transgression on humanity.

[fuzzybirdie]

Hero of Changing Faces

Warning, 'tis a bit sweary. Enjoy!

Ch.2 The MOTHERFUCKER Of All Time

The GODDAMN Joker was attacking the GODDAMN ammusement park in the middle of the GODDAMN school holidays! So Duke was a teensy bit pissed.

Today was supposed to be fun! Everyone, including Tim and Alfred, had made sure to clean up their scheduals enough for a family outing, and they managed to pull steph along as well!

Everything was going well so far too! Sure, Damian couldn't stop scoffing at this couple yelling 'Ghost!' All the time, and Tim and Jason were trying to one-up eachother at all the carnival games, (before being absoloutley demolished by cass), but it was fun! They Were having fun.

And then the motherfucker of all time hijacked the roller coaster.

Alfred had managed to sneak everyone's costumes into their day packs, probably foreseeing something going wrong. Either way, this meant that everyone could sneak away and change to fight the Joker.

After getting changed, Signal charged towards the announcer's booth, running into Nightwing on the way. Nightwing who looked pale and terrified. "B went ahead to the roller coaster!" Nightwing called. Ah, Signal's question must've been obvious.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Signal called back,

"Not as a civillian! He went in before it got hijacked!"

"Fuck!"

"Red, Orphan, and I are en route to the rollercoaster" Red Hood interupted "Robin's on his way to the announcer booth, and Spoiler is on evac duty,"

"Roger," Nightwing grappeled past a group escaping one of the rides, "Signal and I will randevous with robin. B is among the civillians on the roller coaster."

"Understood. We'll be in touch once the civvies are safe. Over and Out."

The announcer booth was surrounded by goons, who were taken care of easily enough. (Thank you, pepper spray bottles of sleeping gas!) Leaving the door wide open. Nightwing and Signal crept in, the only hint of their (re: Signal's) presence was the lights dimming and the shadows growing.

The Joker had set himself in the middle of the moniter room. He'd somehow found the time to inflate an air matress and was now lying down, eating popcorn, and kicking his legs like a schoolchild.

"Oh boo!" The Joker cried as the rollercoaster judded to a stop "they didn't even get halfway up! This show sucks!"

Robin took this moment to reveal himself both to his brothers and the Joker by attempting to skewer the latter through the arm. "Oh hi, little Robin!" Joker cackled as Robin missed "Come to watch the show? Though," he looked at where Robin's sword had punctured his matress "That was really rude. Guess I can kill you now!"

As Joker pulled out a gun to shoot at Robin, Signal manipulated the light of the moniters to blind him. Nightwing's escrima crackled into his exposed back, and he was down.

Something clattered out of the Joker's hands along with the gun. Signal had a closer look at it while Nightwing cuffed Joker and Robin shut down all the rides.

"Joker had a deadman trigger!" He practically shrieked into the comms "Get everyone out of there now!" Looking closer at the moniters, it was easy to see the bombs at the bottom of every other support. Thankfully, with Robin having turned off the rides, the safety bar had let go, and the other bats had gotten all the civillians off the ride. Unfortunately, they were still in the blast zone.

Red Robin turned to say something to the civillians. Then this white haired kid practically threw Red Hood into Orphan, who was checking someone for injuries. With everyone behind him, the kid threw out his hands, as a sheet of ice grew from them. The ice seemed to thin to stop anything, but it covered everyone quickly. Once a dome had formed the ice began to thicken.

Then the bombs detonated.

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first / prev / next

It was under the word limit!

So, how many of you got the cameo last chapter? :)

As always, this was inspired by @freedomanddisorder's art and the following prompt chain. Please check out both, they are So cool,

[lazarusrisingx]

Return to sender

yan!sylusx reader

tw: stalking, surveillance, fem!mc, not the MC in LADS, yandere activites but really tame.

some word vomit before i have to go to a work meeting!

the sylus brain rot is so real rn.

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He had stayed up again.

sylus was usually awake throughout the night. He didnt enjoy the sun because of its effects on his evol, so he was primarily nocturnal. Even then, he was usually back to sleep before the sun came back up.

But not tonight.

The room around him held very little light. aside from the computer monitors that lit up his face, and a few shafts of light that peeked through his blackout curtains.

Sylus sat at his desk. A deep chestnut brown color with black metal legs and handles on the drawers. A crimson coaster held a glass of half drank wine, and two bottles sat opened beside him, both empty.

He stared intently at the screen, his eyes could practically burn a hole in the thin glass display. One leg was tossed over the other as he leaned back in his chair.

She had been on his mind again.

At first it was nothing but curiosity. A silly linkon civillian he had met one night. She had been strolling around staring at her phone when a wanderer appeared.

It had destroyed a small food stand. Night dwellers went scattering, screaming in fright as the monster began attempting to pick people off, one by one.

Until it came to her.

She fell onto the pavement as it pounced on her, eyes beginning to glow a beautiful deep purple. one hand held up to stop the beast.

And not a tremble or stutter came out as she began to talk to it. Her voice slinked into Sylus’ head like a melody he couldnt quite understand.

The entire world stood still as that melody played.

“Stop!” She had commanded.

And the beast listened.

Sylus had watched in shock as the young women extracted herself from its grasp. Her body trembling and face ashen, citizens looked on in awe as she stood up, only a few scrapes on her elbows and the palms of her hands. The beast was frozen in place, gaping maw still ready to attack.

“Sit down.” She said.

That melody in Sylus’s head grew louder. pulling him in. The words repeated over and over like an echo, forcing its way into his bones, making his legs want to bend. A few people around her sat painfully hard on the concrete, staring, waiting for the next command.

The beast let out a wail, as it bent its hind legs and sat on the ground.

The young women never broke her concentration on the creature. and the longer Sylus stood the louder her voice scraped and shredded at his brain. Willing him to sit, pressure built in his ears, his breath held, he couldnt look away.

The sound of a car skidding to a hault was faintly heard in the eerily quiet environment. Sylus didnt even notice the Hunters who sorang into action, not until one of them grabbed the young women and yanked her away from the wanderer as gun shots rang out.

The women was soon to faint. Her lips dry and cracked, her brows knitted together as if she was in pain, and the glow of her purple eyes was still visible under her closed eyelids.

This was the first time he saw her. The first time he had ever seen someone with an evol like this.

His interest in her began as something purely buisness like. It was clear the young women had control over not just wanderers, but normal citizens.

Sylus didnt know the extent of her abilities. From the looks of it, her primary control mustve been wanderers. If he could harness that, give her money and convince her to help him take out high level wanderers for their protocores, the money to be made was enough to make him salivate.

But now, now, he sat at his desk. His eyes locked onto the monitor in front of him, watching the sleeping girl toss and turn.

Something about her was… alluring. It was strange. Sylus wasnt someone so easily distracted, but he couldnt get the image of her out of his head. he couldnt get her voice to leave him alone. those few words she had said rang in his ears day in and day out. Entire meetings had gone by where he couldnt pay attention because this silly civilian stayed stuck in his brain.

He hated it. At the same time he wanted to see her. Not from a distance like this. He needed to talk to her. To interact. he needed to hear that voice again. Was it curiosity? no. this felt like something deeper.

Sylus looked away from his monitor, watching the clock tick by on his wall. he finished off the small amount of wine he had left, and rubbed his eyes. In all these years that he had been alive, he had never felt so… captivated. It was if she still held something over him.

Maybe she did. Maybe, the reason he couldnt stop thinking about her, the reason he had to hold himself back from going to her home just to be in her presence, was because her evol still lingered on him.

atleast, thats what he told himself.

He glanced back at the computer screen, barrowing his eyes a bit as he watched the women sit up. Her knees were brought to her chest as she hung her head, shoulders trembling.

what had happened?

Sylus’s heart skipped a beat. He had hardly looked away for a moment could she have truly gotten hurt in that time? Should he go save her?

Sylus savored that thought in his mind. He could see it now. Her trembling form pressed against him, his arms encircling her, holding her tightly to him. She would look at him like a hero.

For once he could be the good guy. The savior.

Movement on the screen drew Sylus back to reality. She had gotten up. feeling around on her dresser for her phone. the screen lit up her face, but the cameras angle couldnt capture her expression. The women put her phone to her ear, seemingly speaking to someone. Her shoulders relaxed as she slowly sat down on her bed, face tilting up just enough for Sylus to catch a glimpse of a smile.

How… Interesting.

His heart twisted in a foul way. His mind swam with questions. Who was on the other end of that phone? What was she saying to them? What did she sound like?

Was he.. jealous?

His eye twitched with annoyance. A new mission for kieran and Luke formed in his mind. Take her phone, put a bug on it, and let him have access to whoever was making her smile with such ease.

He needed to know more about her before he could finally get himself to speak to her in person. Sylus needed a plan to insert himself into her life.

Purely for buisness reasons.

With a soft click, Sylus shut the computer off. It was getting late, and he was getting tired.

He closed his eyes and leaned back. those purple glowing eyes burned into his memory.

Soon. He couldnt take much more of this.. incessant pestering. She had to know that she was on his mind. She had to have something to do with why he felt how he did. Maybe this was the after effects of her evol.

Or maybe he was actually going insane.

Sylus stood up, pushing his chair in and made his way over to his bedroom. He pulled back rhe covers, and pulled off his shirt before climbing inside of it. tomorrow night he would have her phone bugged. and after that, once he had enoigh information, he woukd pounce.

there would be no escaping him. Even if he had to tie her in his basement and force her to use her evol, he would get whatever he wanted from her

[markerofthemidnight]

I made a list of all the DoaI characters we know of so far and any information on them that might be relevant, use this for theory-crafting (and correct me if you think there’s anything I should add):

Dreams of an Insomniac - Characters

Volume 0 - Haunted Halloween PSA

Tommy Merrick

Overarching story’s protagonist

Visiting old family home, vaguely recognises the things on the tapes and even knows a Veldigun (possibly either Winfrey or Simon) personally

Has to do something in Lankmann’s Asylum (post-collapse)

Owen Grady

Reporter who wrote the OG Bizzare Break-In article

Rick Graham

Owner of Grimmso’s

Sean Grim

Listed as “Sceptical Civillian” in Volume 0, but his segment of the report was shown to be scripted in In Loving Memory

“To think they said our small-town representative was corrupt…” <- possibly Lankmann?

(see Volume 1 segment for Alex Williams)

Officer Kenneth Krueger

Father of Klaus Krueger

Attacked by Clyde in 1986/7(?), became riddled with Veldigun cooties, and was experimented on by Lankmann until his death in 1996

Death was faked in 1987, claiming he had hung himself in his son’s closet (complete with a forged suicide note, which may possibly be a real note twisted to look like one due to the heavy distortion and blurring of the final paragraph?)

Mortimer Grey

In-house animator for the Lankmann Foundation

Most famous for work on cartoon series Candy Mouse

Possibly riddled with Veldigun cooties?

Mr. Wilson

Father of Sam Wilson, one of the children “eaten” by Clyde on Halloween ‘86

Got “eaten” by Clyde the following January

Wife still alive by the time Family Photo Album takes place, or at least wasn’t “eaten” by Clyde

Clyde, or “The Smiling Snatcher”

The first(?) Veldigun to make itself known in Eastridge County

“Infant” (by Veldigun standards) during the events of Halloween ‘86

Used to hunt children, now has a preference for adults

Uses taunting and psychological manipulation to get to its victims

Can wear the skin of its victims, though wether this is literal or just an extension of its hallucinations is unknown

Volume 1 - Foundation Archives

Alex Williams

Lives on 66 Elk Crescent

Partial witness to Halloween ‘86, was interviewed by ECN shortly afterwards on the same night(?)

Was put under “witness protection” by the Lankmann Foundation, borderline forced to join the asylum shortly after its founding

Going to meeting with someone “very dangerous” after the events of the recording of Volume 1

Someone that they care about has been “hurt” by the Lankmann Foundation, in a mysterious incident that will probably be touched on in the mini-volumes

Doctor Herbert Lankmann

Founded the Lankmann Foundation in 1990(?) with money inherited from his late father (who he probably murdered)

Pays the police to hide all the unethical things he does

Has mechanical hands and screens fitted into/replacing his eyes (likely a more accurate and trustworthy version of the goggles?)

Became more aggressive, alongside the Caretakers, after an unknown “incident” (likely the aforementioned one that hurt one of Alex’s friends)

Patient 66

Lived on 45 Elk Crescent

Abducted from her home by the Caretakers for unknown reasons

Described as “about in her 30s” by Alex, shows no obvious sign of mental illness and is physically fine

Went into Room 66, encountered Winfrey and didn’t die???? (the first time at least)

Probably died the second time (and got her voice stolen)

The Caretakers

Silent, stoic henchmen of Lankmann

Wear masks and goggles at all times

Winfrey, or “Specimen 02”

14-foot tall Veldigun, kept within Room 66 in the Lankmann Foundation

Auditory hallucinations come in the form of distant music, the knocking of doors and windows, the voices of people who aren’t actually there, etc

Took the voice of (and probably killed) Patient 66 the second time it encountered her

All things in mind might actually be pretty passive for a Veldigun? (didn’t kill Alex when they first entered either)

[poraphia]

I saw some of your posts about Tommyinnit’s clinic for supervillains and I had never heard of it and now I’ve finished it in a day lol. Could you do a hero reader x siren where the hero reader knows Wilbur and siren knows the civillian reader and one day they’re in a battle and realisation and emotional shit goes on. I’ll leave you to decide what happens and whether someone dies :)

"Slow Your Breathing, Look At Me."

pairing • clinic!villain!wilbur x hero!reader 1958 words • 9.24.23 containing • depictions of weapons, deep wounds, broken ribs, angst, wilbur and reader are heartbroken my masterlist ~! ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr

"Tell me you're not Siren. Tell me I'm not just some hero that fell in love with a supervillain."

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“WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT LET THEM GET AWAY!” Dream growled. Before he could utter another word, he used his telekinesis to throw a car at the flying Zephyrus.

The Syndicate had robbed the most successful and popularly known bank in L’manburg. Not only was it the bank thousands of citizens used, but it was also where most heroes got their paychecks. Meaning that there was the risk of the supervillains knowing the heroes’ identities. This caused headquarters to send out what Heroes we had available to fight against the Syndicate. Funnily enough, we were only fighting against the grand trio: Siren, Blade, and Zephyrus. The other heroes were on the hunt to find the other runaway supervillains who were previously on the scene.

I dodged through Blade’s sharp attacks, using my power of slowing down time to know exactly where his edges would land.

“Haste! I need your help!” I whipped my head around to find Rewind on the concrete. His leg was bleeding out from a nasty slice that nearly ripped to his bones.

“I got you!” I exclaimed. I sped past through the battles and bloodshed, narrowly dodging the flap of feathers and the muffled sound of a honey voice. The world around me was blurry, and I could only make out the figure of Rewind’s body heaving on the pavement. Once I was close enough, I picked up Rewind, holding him close, before carefully speeding past through the fighting yet again. I burst through the doors of a nearby building before running up the stairs as swiftly as I could. In a matter of seconds, we were by Supreme’s side. Supreme patted on the laid-out cushion he had set out before I placed Rewind down.

“Agh, I’m never going to get used to that…” He groaned, softly chuckling. I plopped down next to him as Supreme proceeded with his healing process.

“Pff, you’re going to be okay,” I reassured. He turned to me, a curious tilt turning his head.

“Hey, Haste, how do you control your powers anyway? If that isn’t a complicated answer—” He hissed in pain, feeling the alcohol sting his skin as Supreme cleaned his wound.

“Sorry!” Supreme quickly apologized.

“N-No worries—!” Rewind said through gritted teeth. I softly chuckled at his antics.

“Well, it was kind of a hard process. It took a lot of training to individually control my own speed separate from the world’s speed.” I explained. “It used to be ‘Oh I’m slow and everyone slow!’ or vice versa. But now it’s like… The whole world can be slow and I’m super speed! And if I’m ever holding someone, they can see what I’m seeing too!” I shrugged.

“Wow, I didn’t know it worked like that!” Rewind exclaimed, excitement seeping into his voice. I smiled, flattered that he took an interest in my powers.

“You’re all patched up Rewind! Be more careful next time.” Supreme said, dusting off his hands. We both looked down, not even realizing that the wound was already fully healed. “Thanks for sticking around to talk to him again, Haste. You know how squirmish Rewind can get when he’s not distracted.”

“Hey! Not true—!”

A loud crash interrupted Rewind’s banter. I stumbled over to the edge of the tower, only to see 404 throwing blades at Dream whilst Flame zapped fire under his feet. “Fuck!” I exclaimed. I sped down the stairs in a blurry haze before running across the street to tackle 404 down. “What was the command?!” I nearly demanded out of 404.

“It was only for me and Flame! He told us to take down Dream!” He explained briefly, but before he could say anymore, he pushed me off and his focus regained on Dream. Blade’s swords nearly slammed against me as I was about to get up. With speed, I was able to narrowly dodge my guts being spilled. I stumbled back onto my feet, running toward 404 and Flame. I looked behind me, realizing that Blade and Zephyrus were escaping. From the rooftops, I saw Rewind and Felis chasing after them. Turning back around, I realized that Dream was locked onto Siren, who was attempting to make his escape.

“Dream! I’ll cover for you, just get Siren!” I shouted, drawing out my shield. I swiftly ran in front of them, blocking both of them. Flame created a fire in his palms before nearly engulfing me in his creations. I pushed through the heat with my shield, only to be welcomed with daggers flying at me left and right. I slowed down time, carefully taking in how each dagger flew before brushing past each source of danger. I returned time to normal, waiting for their next moves.

A loud thud and a yelp of pain could be heard behind me. As I turned around, I noticed that Dream had Siren pinned against a building. Dream’s hand was raised as he pushed Siren’s body against the concrete, creating cracks surrounding him. I briefly looked back again to clear my way out of 404 and Flame’s attacks but I returned my gaze to the supervillain and hero. Dream was now close to him, a finger etching under his blindfold.

In one quick moment, Dream ripped the blindfold off of his face, and without realizing it, I was slowing down the world to near its max.

No.

No.

No…

I stood in the middle of the street, paralyzed.

The man I had met only a few months ago at a coffee shop.

The man who sat at my table one chilly autumn day after being relentlessly teased by his brother.

The man who I started developing a crush on and would blush when he would order my coffee for me.

He was here,

And he was Siren.

I felt my body charge up with speed, and without thinking, I was running at Dream and Wilbur headfirst. I tackled Dream down, making him lose his power over Wilbur before grabbing Wil and running with him in my arms. Despite the man being nearly double my height, the adrenaline told me I could bench fifty more of him if I had to. I eventually found an empty alleyway to hide in for the time being. As I stumbled into the space, the energy started to drain out of me. Time resumed back to normal as I carefully placed down Wil. I sat myself down in front of him, nearly collapsing. He only groaned in pain, weakly clutching at his ribs.

“Please… Wilbur…” I mumbled through heaving breaths. “Tell me you’re not in front of me right now…”

He didn’t speak. That action alone felt like taking my heartstrings and wrapping them around my neck. My head raced with a thousand thoughts at once, and barely any of them were comprehensive. I just wanted to know what holy being up there in the sky decided that this was my fate. That I had to be a hero in love with a supervillain. I felt sick to my stomach. Without a word, I got up, towering over the frail man. I raised a fist, causing Siren to instinctively start echoing his demand.

“Haste, go—”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Wilbur!” I angrily ripped off my mask, throwing it down on the ground. “It’s fucking me! It’s (y/n), you piece of shit!” I felt the tears threatening to spill out, and for once, I let them. Gradually, they cascaded down my cheek and onto the concrete near where Wil’s foot rested.

“(y-y/n)..?” He asked, barely mustering the courage to go above a whisper. I nodded, my eyes refusing to leave his giant, glossy ones. My heart was pounding against my chest as if it threatened to break out and punch Wilbur in his stupid face.

I didn’t know how to feel. I felt anger, shock, heartache, confusion, and distress all at once. As I was absorbed in my head, I didn’t realize his hand was etching toward mine, quietly wrapping his hand around my index finger as he sooth my knuckles with his thumb. I shook my head and looked at him.

“I— I didn’t know this would happen. I’m sorry— I didn’t know either. Oh God, this is all my fault.” He stumbled through his own trembling words. “Dream is probably on the lookout for you now. Y-You need to kill me! I don’t want you to get in trouble!” He cried. I stepped back, shocked at his pleas.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Wil?! I don’t care that I’m in trouble right now, I need to get you to safety!” I yelled back, frustrated. “Contact your healer— Apollo, was it? I-I could hold back Dream I just need you to make it out here alive.” I drew out my shield again, causing Wil to nearly lunge at my legs. He only groaned in pain as he landed near my feet, but he held on tight to my ankles.

“No, (y/n)! He already saw you save me. He’s going to hurt you—!” Wil clutched at his chest again, hissing out swears. “Please, I’m not going to lose you!” He cried. I looked down at him. My chest tightened at the sight of him desperately pleading for my life, despite his broken ribs and body. I crouched down in front of him to stroke his untamed hair. His heaving slowed down as my fingers soothed him ever so slightly.

I sighed, looking at him. “Consider this my resignation from the Heroes of L’manburg. If I have to be put up against someone that I consider one of my closest friends, then call me a villain or weak, but I would never take your life under any circumstances.”

Wilbur paused in his movements. His grip on me started to loosen as I stepped back. “Again, Wil, contact your healer.” He lifted his head up to face me. Tears were running down his face with the expression of a puppy who got kicked in the stomach. I smiled at him reassuringly. “I’ll see you at the coffee shop next week, okay? I…”

I wanted to say the three words. The words I had been begging to say the moment I realized that I could imagine a future with this man. Instead, I bit my lip and exited out of the alleyway and onto the street.

“Oh, Dream~!” I sang out. “Guess who’s fucking resigning!” I twirled on one foot, flaunting myself as the ultimate distraction. I gritted my teeth and inhaled sharply, finally letting the anger boiling inside of me out.

“COME AT ME YOU SMILEY BITCH!”

Wilbur was sprawled out in the alleyway. His hand shook as he reached to click on his earpiece. Immediately he was met by the worried voice of his brother.

“Siren! Siren, where the fuck are you?!” Apollo shouted.

“I’m in an alleyway a few blocks from where the fight originally was. Dream crushed my ribs and nearly saw my identity.” Wil gasped out.

“Oh, for fucks sake man,” Apollo mumbled. “Okay, I’m turning back around! I’ll see you in a moment!”

“W-Wait,” Wil stuttered. “Get the others too. We’re going to need them.”

“Huh, why?” Apollo asked, concern glossing in his voice. Wil, in turn, chuckled as he flipped his body over. His eyes were fixated on the stars twinkling in the night sky.

“Let’s just say, we have a new supervillain we’ll need help smuggling in.”

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a / n ~ hey hey heyyy hope you guys enjoyed this little angsty thing. i've been writing a lot of angst haven't i? oh well. i am flying through these requests! notes of all kind are super duper appreciated!!

[narcissistcookbook]

I was listening to The Absolute State of the Union and some parts of the song really resonated with me because of the current situation in my country 😭 Although obviously it's not the same experience but man.. it hits. It's the democracy falling apart for me!

I'm Indonesian, by the way 💜 i love your songs!! I haven't listened to many but the ones I have were great :) Your style of music is so unique hehe.

When I was younger I also used to not understand why people have such aggresive and destructive protests. Why does the term ACAB exist? Aren't police supposed to help? Well, here I am blasting Cops / Dogs by Destruco Disc and watching videos of protesters, journalists, civillians, students and alike get attacked and battered 💔 sorry for the rant!!!!!

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there are good cops, or rather I've met good people who were also cops. But at a certain point I have to wonder why they're cops if they're decent people. One day you're going to have to enforce a law you don't agree with, and you'll either enforce it and become the villain or you'll sweep it under the rug in which case you aren't a cop anymore, you're placing yourself above the law. So, you know, be something else.

[thehusbandoden]

Crushing on the Same Heroine (Shoto and Dabi) (Two different endings)

Genre: slice of life (??) \\ wc: 711 \\ posted: 12/19/2023 \\ requested

So in this scnerio you're a few years older than Shoto, and a few years younger than Dabi.

Both you and Shoto are pro heroes. You're four years older than him, and have a lot more experince under your belt.

Shoto immediatly started looking for a hero to work under when he graduated. You were lucky enough to catch his intrest from the dozens who offered.

He became your sidekick and you worked together for about a year.

Shoto fell in love with you in that time, and is completely smitten.

He does his very best to please and impress you, bathing in the glorious bask of your praise.

During an attack initiated by the lov, Dabi saw you up close for the first time.. your beauty immediatly caught his attention.

He defied Shigaraki's orders and attacked you straight on. He was grinning as he flirted with you while the two of you fought.

Your witty remarks and captivating apperance instantly stole his heart, and he became obsessed.

He intentionally didn't hurt you.

After several calls from Shigarki he finally listened when Shigarki started to spew vulgar words at him, promising him pain if he didn't listen.

With a sassy eye roll, Dabi restrained you just to press a kiss to the back of your left hand, leaning down to whipser in your ear:

"Bye for now, Doll."

He then released you, heading back to Shigarki.

Shoto was helping several civillians evacuate at the time.. but when he watched the video the News reporter caught... he was fuming.

He grew insanely protective, staying glued to your side even off hours.

When you scolded him he got really sad and felt guilty. He properly bowed, apologizing.

But before he left.. he left a kiss on the back of your right hand.

You were shocked, you mouth opened slightly as you watch Shoto fade into the distance.

Dabi on the other hand, was in a great mood.

He argued less, simply mindlessly agreeing or waving it off, he was eager to go on patrols and/or missions, and he volunteered to go on grocery runs.

He started disapearing for long hours... but he came back every night.

He was just.. obsessed with you.

He stalked you.. like straight up stocked you.

He learned your schedule, followed you wherever you went, and did his best to seperate you and Shoto whenever possible.

Now.. this good technically go two ways.

(In my book anyways)

One, you fall in love with Shoto.

You and Shoto grow closer, and you slowly start to fall in love with him.

He is completely overjoyed with your new behavior, and asks you out after a few monhts.

You accept, and you go on a lovely date.

Well.. one thing leads to another and the two of you are officaly dating.

You spend almost ever waking hour with each other, falling deeper and deeper in love.

Dabi gets increasingly jealous, and messed up one day.

Shoto catches sight of him, and watches carefully for the remainder of the day, his arm wrapped around your shoulders protectively.

He ends up catching Dabi in the act, and he notifies you and several agencies.

After months of failure, your agency and three others team up to capture him- which you did! He gets put into Taurus, and you are no longer being stocked.

You and Shoto end up getting married two years later, and the two of you are deeply in love.

And two, you fall in love with Dabi.

Dabi commits several crimes just to fight with you again.

He flirts with you each time, and his alluring words and charming grin start to get to you..

One day after a battle he pulls you into an alley, a hand covering your mouth.

He leans down next to your ear, his hot breath against your jaw.

"Doll, talk with me.. I promise I won't hurt you if you promise me a nice little chat.."

One chat became two.. and two became three..

You started to meet up with Dabi in the middle of the night, laughing for hours as you talk about everything and anything.

He kissed you one night, and you kissed back.

The two of you secretly dated for years, before he finally convinced you to leave your old life and run away with him.

You both ran away from the rest of the world, settling down in the middle of nowhere.

He proprosed and the two of you eloped.

You didn't have much.. but you loved one another greatly.. and either of you would watch the world burn if it meant the safety of the other.

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[thiriumhound]

i need more post-violent-revolution canon so bad. like, even all pacifist leading up to the attack on the camps. just detroit being ACTUALLY taken over by the androids. no political "MAYBE you can live somewhere but we're still thinking abt the whole actually owning the property" lawmaking bullshit- they're TAKING their rights and that's that. hank having stayed post-evacuation and the human stragglers banding together to survive by sharing food and such the androids don't need- lawlessness having its downsides, too, of course. androids run this town, and markus makes sure that overall the humans that were left behind are treated fairly, leading the world he wants by example. hank is the one getting weird looks for being the only human in a room full of androids, connor at his side to make sure he doesn't get harassed by scared deviants. connor and hank leading by example that humans and androids CAN get along, as long as they're EQUAL in a way androids would not be if they were simply granted a little truce the government can retract at any time once they have a solid plan, rolling out laws at a snail's pace under duress only to keep up appearances.

actually, hell, this doesn't even need to happen with a violent revolution ending. an evacuation was ordered due to the "risk of civillian casualties" simply thanks to connor storming the city with his army- who's to say they don't have the city anyway, at least temporarily? and once people start returning to detroit, a lot of the humans that remained there through the evacuation have been hard-converted into being android-supporters thanks to good old fashioned exposure therapy.

just give me some actual results of the literal EVACUATION of detroit dangit!!!

[canterart]

Please tell me about your thing. I want to know more, cause right now you haven't talked enough about this thing bud

Oh boy this is going to be long, where do I start

Okay, so...

In a distant galaxy created by the ancient Astral Beings, the nation of Concordia, spanning several star systems, is thriving. The nation had just returned from the brink of a civil war, between the Empire of Auridia, led by an evil Astral Archmage wielding immense power, commanding legions of armies and starships, and a renegade group seeking to overthrow him and bring an end to his evil reign.

In the end, the renegade group won, and established the Commonweath of Planets, a new democratic government meant to represent the will of the people, contrary to the tyrannical rule Concordia had faced under the rule of the Astral Archmage. The remnants of the Auridian Empire, now without a leader and without purpose, aptly surrendered to the new Commonwealth of Planets, and a peace treaty was thereafter struck, where the Remnants would establish a democratic government of their own representing the will of the people formerly subjugated under their tyrannical reign.

The Remnants of Auridia then became a well-established democratic nation, with its residents having mainly positive perceptions of this new rebirth of a nation with a terrible past. The Commonwealth established a new Capitol on Concord Point, a binary planet system consisting of a larger and smaller planet, which were called Magnus Frater and Parvulus Frater, respectively.

The Commonwealth was facing certain hardships. There was recently a plague that had taken it by storm, and the current acting Commonwealth chancellor had done little to move the nation forward. Fortunately for the Commonwealth a new hero was seemingly stepping up for the task, a man by the name of Brenold Arcadia, heralding from the more aristocratic side of a lesser-known backwater world, had garnered the attention and admiration of all of Concordia with his promises of progress, his visions of grandeur, and determination to elevate the Commonwealth to a state it had never seen before. After an extremely successful campaign, Arcadia won the election and became chancellor. The phrase "Keep Moving Forward" was a prominent line by which his successful campaign had been run.

Chancellor Arcadia worked quick. He immediately went to work spending extremely large amounts of money on research and medicine, on technology, on innovation, just about anything that would get the voters to like him. And it worked, the people revered him like never before, and the Commonwealth was thrust into a new golden age.

However, his methods often had dark origins. The money to invest had to come from somewhere, and that was money the Commonwealth did not currently have. So, he resorted to often illicit deals with shady business partners under the counter to get the money for his grandiose projects. So when he was offered a partnership with the Dawnbreaker Company producing warships, he accepted without hesitation, since he knew it would help bring in more profits for the Commonwealth, and as such keep his perception high in the eyes of the people.

However warships would not be profitable without war, and the people would most likely get suspicious if hundreds of warships were produced solely for the purpose of "security" from existing minor pirate threats. Hence, Arcadia orchestrated a ploy, framing a small uprising on a city of his home planet of Pulveriss as a deliberate attack by the existing Auridian Remnants trying to take back the Commonwealth territory and re-establishing their tyrannical rule like they had in the days of the Astral Archmage. He then sent a new prototype Stalwart-class Battlecruiser to Pulveriss, which razed the entire city, killing peaceful protestors and 4500 innocent civillians in the process. Back at the Commonwealth Capitol's Golden City, the people were patriotically supportive of Arcadia's actions, since they were under the impression that the Auridians had tried to invade the Commonwealth.

Soon the Dawnbreaker Company was producing warships on a massive scale, Arcadia was raking in profits due to the deal he made, and all-out war had broken out between the Commonwealth and the Auridian Remnants. In response the Commonwealth Initiative was created, which served as the formal military force for the Commonwealth and spearheaded its war plan, under the uniting motto, which was also Arcadia's campaign slogan, "Keep Moving Forward".

Arcadia's actions were not without consequences, however. Soon tales began to spur about a mysterious Auridian knight who killed without mercy, and especially had a bloodlust for Arcadia.

His name: Artemis Castor, who was among one of the innocent people hurt in Arcadia's attacks on Pulveriss. Seeing his friends die around him to cannon fire from the Commonwealth, Artemis swore to avenge them, and made it his life goal from then on to kill Arcadia, and make him feel the pain and suffering he'd caused others, no matter the cost. What's more, Artemis Castor was rumored to be armed with arcane power, perhaps originating from the fallen Archmage himself...

So at present Concordia finds itself engulfed in another civil war, with one side led by a fraudulent Chancellor Arcadia, and the other side led by an unknown entity pulling the strings, as well as well-meaning separatists who were forced to take arms to combat a money-hungry Commonwealth. And on the edge of it all, a new threat lurks, perhaps a fragment of the evil Archmage that once was...

So yeah this was the basic premise of the story I'm working on, there's a lot more story-wise but this is the main exposition and world behind it. But I'm glad you're interested! I hope I didn't bore you too much with all the information lol. It's meant to be an animation project, I've already started working on it but I'm not sure when I'll finish, but until then I'll probably post more about it on this account, and edit the story as I work more on it because this isn't final.

Also if you have any questions feel free to ask!

[kyoukaru]

ooooo can u tell us about ur AU??!?!

Dont think I've spoke about my Creepypasta AU (not the British school one) and it's still a pretty big WIP, But I am down!!! I've been considering writing some fics for it so ;)

Okay! So the main thing is that Slenderman "feeds" off of the fear of people. Serial killers like Jeff, Nina, Liu, Jane and Natalie help him without realising it. When they become infamous enough, Slenderman proposes to them a level of supernatural support in exchange for them occasionally killing certain people of his choosing.

Meanwhile the proxies (Toby, Kate, Tim and Brian) are stuck in a more abusive relationship with Slender, where he's engineered their situations so they have to rely on him. He keeps them around in the mansion for when he wants to do an organised attack and also because their direct fear of him is pretty powerful.

The Serial Killers can enter the mansion, be that to hide, gather supplies etc... but only as long as they're following the deal with Slenderman. They don't have access to it in the same way the proxies do (I'm thinking the mansion is kinda like a haunted house. It's hierarchy is Slender -> Proxies -> Serial Killers -> Normal people) but their also not aware of the more sinister parts of the house.

Gonna put more individual character thoughts under read more :)

Toby has the most positive relationship with Slender. Primarily because unlike the other proxies he doesn't a) remember what happened pre-Slender. So he's his only frame of reference. b) know there's something wrong with how he's being treated because his brain is still affected by the abuse he faced from his dad.

The other proxies try to explain why it's wrong but it normally falls flat. They try to use their relationships with as a basis (Kate would never hurt him. Tim and Brian would never hurt each other) but Toby's like: yeah. That's because we're forced. Don't wanna know the punishment for killing one of you fuckers.

Tim and Brian are by the far the most defiant and like their life style the least. If it weren't for the fact that they saw they know if they run away, die or kill other proxies or even caused too many issues they'd just be replaced, they'd still be fighting. They plan to take advantage of all the weakness of Slender that they know. But they don't really have a solid plan. They also push the rules to their limits. Slender wants a random guy to die? Well they're gonna choose the worst guy in town.

Tim is more accepting of their situation than Brian. Tim's been dealing with Slender for a lot longer and has a bit more of a defeatist mindset between the whole thing. He settles in easier. Brian still thinks there's a life for him after he escapes, that he can get out.

I need to refresh myself on Kate but I think she's the most neutral of the 4. She goes along with what she's told to do Beyond making sure nothing bad can be linked back to her, she lets the other three do as they like.

Clockwork is the most outwardly hating of Slendy. She signs up to the deal one year after her story and already has a sort of civillian disguise set up (a normal looking prosthetic eye for example.) and was mainly living in motels and doing odd jobs to get by. While she likes the perks, such as having a place to stay and a network of people who get her, she has hard limits she won't cross. If Slenderman tried to push her past them, she'd pack up and leave. When this inevitably happens, she breaks up with Toby and goes no contact with everyone besides Jane.

Jane mainly uses Slender for his network to other killers. While part of her deal is that she can't go after those also "protected" by him, through Liu is how she first hears of Nina. Clockwork knows a couple of killers she's willing to rat out for Jane. For Jane, money and the resources to escape the police is less important because the government already provided that for her. Jane has the most neutral relationships out of everyone but she and Natalie get along well. When Natalie leaves, Jane pretends she doesn't know where she is, as long as the Clockwork killer doesn't start striking again.

Jeff and Liu have the worlds most toxic co-dependency known to man. Jeff cares a lot of Liu and attempted murder thinking it would be worse if he knew what he became. (As he gets older and can think of his life better, he only gets more firm in this decision.) Meanwhile, Liu is pacing around the hospital after being stabbed worrying about his police being too harsh on his brother and how is Jeff gonna get food? He can't exactly hide. Liu himself isn't homicidal per say but it's his way of trying to show Jeff that he's still on his side. Eventually, he just turns to murder when in tricky situations but he doesn't find enjoyment in it.

Jeff was initially offered the deal with Slender because simply hearing he might be in a nearby state is enough to make people panic, a lot. Liu's offer came after the two brothers meet and Jeff threatens to get his life together if Slender doesn't extend the deal. Liu's under no deal himself, as long Jeff is in Slenders debt, so is Liu. They never really get a reputation as a duo though.

Nina's story's basically the same. She's elated that the deal with Slender let's her meet Jeff. Or at least, get closer to meeting him. Jeff's a bit of an ass and she refuses to accept this. She slowly starts to kind of get her own identity as a serial killer while literally everyone besides Jeff tries to convince her to give up this life if it's not what she wants. Nina kind of takes it to heart.

This was going on way to long without the more detailed relationships :sobs: so I'm gonna leave it here. As mentioned, I plan on writing some fics for this AU so feel free to send me requests/prompts in my asks. Or ask me anything else about the AU.

[xgummibearx]

Hit by a Quirk

All Might x F reader. 

author’s note: I AM FINALLY GONNA TRY TO FINISH THIS SERIES, I have been procrastinating on this one cause I admit I do not like Endeavor and I felt like I had to write one for him but...I kinda don’t want to. SO, instead I am gonna write another All Might X reader and I’ll write the Endeavor one if people request it.

In case you were unfamiliar with this series, this little blurb explains the general concept. I have written stories in the series so far for: Fatgum, Aizawa, Present Mic, Hawkes, and Nighteye. 

https://at.tumblr.com/xgummibearx/hit-with-a-quirk-pro-heroes-x-teacher-reader/pbaoi17qx9e5

OKAY, here ya go: 

Summary: All Might has been reverted to his early childhood years, and...there are many that would love to get their hands on a helpless, defenseless All Might. You can’t let that happen. 

Note: The reader for this is I suppose, kinda aged up? I’m picturing they grew up with All Might. 

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Cameras were flashing in the distance as Kamui ran to the scene, a villain in a large trenchoat was being lead quivering and shaking under Midnight’s watchful eye. Pink smoke was slowly ebbing away as the villiain was lead in daze to a well armoured vehicle. “The media! They’re coming, someone uploaded a video of civillians coming across Hawkes and Endeavor after their attack...this place is going to be blown up with paparazzi any minute...” He looked around frantically, another sleek black vehicle pulling up. “Where’s All Might?!” Midnight was opening the door of the black car to reveal Nezu, looking around to access the damage. He had lost two, and according to Midnight’s report now three crucial staff members -not to mention one if his own students-to this attack. 

Special ops agents fanned out as another spoke with the police, asking the villian questions about his encounter with the retired Number One hero. Midnight approached Nezu as he peered around trash cans and casually walked around. “Sir, what have you heard about the other heroes? Is there any information?” She asked gently as Nezu paused at a wall that was...quite busted, and sure enough there was Toshinori. In a dark yellow suit that was now much, much too big. He was bruised, and shaking, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. Midnight stepped forward immediately but Nezu gently offered his hand. 

“I can take things from here, the other heroes are fine...In fact, I have made arrangements for most of them, but little Taishiro is currently passed out in the back seat of the staff car, would you mind taking him to our quirk specialist? I already texted you her address...I’ll need to meet you back at the school right away.” Midnight nodded, looking up at All Might one more time with worry. "That stubborn goat...he's supposed to be retired." Se thought, walking back to the staff car.

Nezu approached Toshinori, smiling gently. “Hello Yagi..."

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He was sitting in what appeared to be a a waiting room, with other children passed out all around him. Yagi was unfamiliar with any of them, or even where he was. He was the eldest of the other four in the room...well, three now as he watched a nice looking lady lead the boy that had been passed out on the floor out of the building. He had heard the boy's name, "shouta". There was something so familiar about that name.

Yagi was too tired to think about it, his eyes closing from exhaustion.

There was a gentle tap on his shoulder, and his eyes met a gentle face. She was wearing a hero costume, and her hair was a mess. Most of the heroes attacked that night were being monitored by early quirk development specialists, essentially workers who had studied and trained to handle working with children with still developing quirks. With the rise of quirks that were becoming more powerful with each generation, it was becoming a popular profession and held in the same regard as child workers, Educational Assistants, and teachers. Most public schools had at least two or three on hand, but this...this was a special case.

"He is at his most vulnerable...he's only just retired, we don't think the media discovered that he was part of the attack but we cannot take any chances!" Nezu had insisted. "If the wrong people find out that All Might has been reduced to this there is no telling what could happen."

Yagi turned his tired gaze up to (x), he yawned. "Mrs. (L/N)?" He asked, "Why are you dressed like that...aren't you a bank teller?" Yagi mumbled. (x) couldn't help but chuckle, she supposed that she did resemble her mother a bit.

"It seems his memory is still pretty good..." She thought. "Well Yagi, I had a costume party to attend to with work, but I was heading home...did you want to come with me?" Yagi nodded, taking her hand. (x) didn't know how to feel, did this even count as lying? If she tried to explain everything that would probably just confuse him, and scare him even more. She looked in the rearview mirror, as Yagi slept in the backseat to her car. It really had been almost a lifetime ago since she had last seen him like this, his face unburdened and free. They would chase frogs along the rivers, and come home with handfuls of snails. As she tucked him into bed, and closed the door one thought was stuck on repeat. "I won't let anyone hurt you Yagi..." She clenched her fist. "I promise..."

"Excuse me, Mrs. (L/N)... where is (x)?" The morning had come warm, bright, and sunny. She had honestly forgotten how soft spoken and polite he had been as a child. Bright blue eyes hidden behind that mess of long blond hair.

"(x) is back home, I'm house sitting for my sister at the moment." She gently explained, seeing Yagi nod, and not even question her words...the conflicted guilt continued. She was unsure how long she could keep this up.

Keeping him entertained was thankfully easy, as a child his favorite place had always been the library, sitting in squashy bean bag chairs to read his favorite picture books. "And when the prince found the Sleeping beauty in her tower...he found the sight of her, alone in her chambers so sad and beautiful that he thought to depart from her with a kiss." (x) blew a raspberry on Yagi's cheek. His giggles were so loud, they found themselves outside the library with the book in hand and stern librarian closing the door behind. (x) sighed. "Nothing for it I suppose...it was getting close to closing time anyway..." Yagi shrugged.

"Yeah...but could we read the story before bed?" He asked. (X) nodded with a gentle smile. Bedtime...how long would this last anyway? She held his hand tight, her mind wandering as they walked home. As glad as she was to see her friend so bright, she missed him...the him she had grown old with, their memories and history...what if he didn't change back?

"Excuse me miss?" She turned, her hand still gripping onto Yagi's tightly. A tall man stood, with piercing eyes that seemed to see right through her. "I could use some help, I seem to be a bit lost..." He smiled, approaching slowly. "I came in from Saitama; my brother lives here in Musutafu." (x) stared him down. She didn't trust him. "Well, there is the transit train station about two blocks from here that way." She gestured down the street. "You should be able to find a map, and if you have a working cell phone you could call your brother and have him send you the address."

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind..." An arm suddenly hit her square in the back, catching her by surprise. She let go of Yagi's ahand and her blood ran cold.

"MISS (L/N)!" Her head whipped around as the man asking for directions grabbed her by the arm. She could see another individual, seemingly they had snuck in from behind to hit her and they had grabbed him.

"TOSHINORI!" She screamed, her other arm restrained as the kidnapper made for a waiting car.

"So, the rumours were right, he really was turned into a helpless little brat just like the others...I know a lot of people who would pay big bucks to bring the retired golden boy to safety, thanks for delivering the package hag." (X) snarled, her eyes flashing with rage as the car sped off.

"You haven't done your homework... DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM YOU SCUM!?" With a roar she broke from the assailant's hold. All he saw were stars and a flash of golden light as her fist collided with his face. She didn't even bother to take the time to see his body fall to the ground before she was off like a shot. She had a simple power up type quirk, nothing to write home about but she was not one to be reckoned with. "White...the car was white, blocked out windows..." They would be speeding. Her heart was racing as she screamed into her communicator, a direct line to the Fat Office hero agency. " This is (H/N) I was ambushed! Golden Eagle was taken! I repeat, Golden Eagle has been taken, I am in pursuit!" Her eyes caught a vehicle, a white car diving into a back street. "I HAVE VISUAL! Locking in my coordinates, send reinforcements as soon as you can!"

In the car, Yagi was shaking. His attacker was still holding him with an iron grip. "Dammit...that old hag is still after us!" Yagi craned his neck, his eyes wide as he looked out the back window. There she was, surrounded in gold and scarlet flames like a comet. "I guess the boss couldn't take her...dammit I thought they hired some daycare bitch like they did for the others! Not a pro!" Yagi's eyes flashed with anger at the insult.

"How dare they! (X) is an amazing hero, she's..." He froze, looking back. "(X)...that's (X)! Wait...why am I..." He looked down at his hands that suddenly felt too small. Yagi looked up as one of the other men in the car grabbed a huge looking gun.

"Doesn't matter, I'll take care of this!" Yagi watched in horror, covering his ears as it went off. His screams were drowned as the back window was broken, bullets raining down on (x).

"NO! (X) LOOK OUT!" She was too late, two of the bullet piercing her shoulders and making her fall to the ground, sliding painfully across the pavement. Yagi was shaking, tears rolling down his eyes. "YOU MONSTERS!" He screamed, he was met with laughter as one of them picked him up by the hair.

"Pipe down you brat!" They screamed into his face, throwing him to the floor of the car. He sobbed, his head aching where they had pulled as he felt the rumble of the car underneath. There had to be something he could do, there had to be. He was surrounded by smoke.

"Please...one last bit of strength..." was his last thought before the attacker's found themselves met with blue eyes that glowed like headlights, his memories flooding back as he towered over them. "One hit...I have one hit, make it count!" All Might, fully grown and already steaming as he strained to get in that one hit leaped to the front seat, crushing the steering wheel in one punch before falling to his knees.

(x) looked up, shaking as she watched in horror. The car swerved violently to the left, turning sideways. "YAGI! NO, YAGI!" She screamed, limping as she ran towards the vehicle, and overhead searchlights splashed over the scene like beacons as police sirens closed in. She froze, a figure climbing out of the window on the other side. He was frail looking, and thin with familiar golden hair. "Yagi...that's him!" Relief washed over as she tried to pick up the pace. With a wince she tripped, falling over onto the pavement once more.

"(x)! Hold on, don't strain yourself!" He coughed, turning his face as spat blood to the ground. "Could the say the same for myself I guess..." He cursed, kneeling beside her as the police inspected the vehicle, pulling out three unconscious but still very much alive men. (X) Cradled her arm, the blood from the two bullet wounds staining her clothes. "Shit...can we get some paramedics over here!?" Toshinori shouted, helping her sit up.

"You're here..." She took his hand, leaning against him as he held the back of her head with a small chuckle and a firm squeeze of her hand.

"Yeah...I'm here."

Author's Note:

OKAY that finally concludes the hit by a quirk series, with this out of the way I am looking forward to focusing on my other fic ideas! However, I am always open to ideas and suggestions! I also will be doing an announcement on some possible changes to the blog to expand our options outside of just My Hero.

[blueiight]

kircheis spaceboys

thinking about siegfried kircheis is so uniquely painful bc if we're meant to think of lotgh as a meta narrative within a narrative then kircheis is a character who's legacy was enshrined in his death, his absence and the questions of how much better would it be if he was here (to the point that it became a joke in of itself). it rly makes me wonder what kind of character, what kind of young commoner boy would give up his whole life in every sense of the word for the sake of a minor noble's ambitions. he came from a stable home, was his parents’ only child. so its truly love for reinhard & annerose that drives him, which is the most altruistic motive of all the space generals & gunners we meet here. annerose and kircheis by virtue of being reinhard’s most cherished people occupy this saint-like quality in the narrative, but we learn annerose is a bit tortured. in talking to hilda we learn annerose blames herself for kircheis’s death, bc shes the one who told kircheis to be a good friend to reinhard, and annerose herself cant stand to even meet reinhard for 3 seasons /8 books over this. ‘now you have nothing else left to lose,’ annerose told reinhard at that juncture. which is remarkably cruel for reinhard in that shes saying kircheis is all u cared for, but also cruel for annerose bc shes essentially killing herself off metaphorically with kircheis. reinhard rationalizes annerose’s unusually cold words in these moments as her being a grieving lover. and its hard to say if she could do anything with her own love & how much of her love in the first place is rooted in annerose looking up to the only guy who didnt treat her like a concubine or a mommy. im reminded of book8 commenting on reinhard’s fraught relationship w annerose here. ‘In losing that which should not have been lost, Reinhard had allowed past to be severed from present; the brilliance of that long-ago spring light… were now far beyond.’ which is something reinhard also says in the ova.. in reinhard’s mind, he has to place annerose as dead in the past with kircheis to bear living. he has to place annerose with the ghost of kircheis, bc confronting how he lost his two most beloved people at such a critical success in his rise to power is too painful. bc we lose out on kircheis’s voice so early, his ghost quite literally haunts the narrative bc of his significance to one of the protagonist’s reinhard. reinhard’s other half literally is what everyone, including kircheis’s killer ansbach, calls kircheis. reinhard’s entire emotional stability was quite literally built on kircheis. but u have to wonder how things wouldve went if kircheis remained alive any longer than what he did considering that this is where he was at.👇🏾

kircheis is a commoner here, whos entire rise to power was so intimately tied to his proximity to reinhard & annerose. so him asking this is not only a matter of his doubts on reinhard’s specific actions here but also implicitly meant to think on how hes dedicated more than half of his life to reinhard’s cause under the belief that reinhard was doing the right thing. a quest to overthrow a 500+ year old dynasty, to liberate ur cherished sister/friend who was sold in sexual slavery to the king, that r just causes. kircheis needs to believe reinhard is of the right character to be the steward & master of space. someone can readily rationalize their involvement in the war apparatus as fighting the ‘other’ side of the war, can readily rationalize their rise to power as a means to these righteous ends. but reinhard’s cruel acts in s1 like starving out the civillians of the fpa, cosigning the attack on westerland as political pretext , the lives of millions he couldve saved but chose to let braunschweig kill to use as proof of the boyar nobility’s evil , cannot be so easily excused , and reinhard’s hunger for power is now hardly related to liberating annerose or annerose at all bc he dont even have to do anything to free her. annerose is liberated by friedrich’s death. the ova puts the choice of ignoring braunschweig’s attack westerland on oberstein lying to reinhard about when the attack would take place. which is, weak! it makes reinhard look incompetent for keeping such a seditious subordinate, and morally whitewashes reinhard in this incident. oddly enough (or thankfully?) the ova treats it as if the book’s line of events occurred in that scene from then on, with kircheis unafraid to question reinhard for his complicity in this act & cutting no corners in their final confrontation. reinhard responds so cruelly bc he has no rebuttal to kircheis, he even says ‘kircheis will just have to understand the need for spilling blood’, and delegates him to being the ‘same as the rest’.. but the central questions kircheis raised here would not have the easy answers kircheis needed to stay as reinhard’s heart, as his other half. bc barring sending the fortress where kircheis died into the shadow realm , reinhard still wouldve done all the things he did in later seasons. and kircheis who has his own moral compass would have to diverge with reinhard inevitably. forever reminded of tanaka saying that this split was inevitable.. sad as it sounds, it was best for kircheis to die at this juncture. he is the legend inside a fictional legend, the balm to all of reinhard’s troubles forever n ever, the other half of reinhard’s heart thats left forever empty, with battle + blood used to fill reinhard’s lonely little soul. and kircheis even on the verge of death knew reinhard would destroy himself without him which is why he reminds him go take the universe. live for something without me. bc i couldnt bear to live to see what u would become.

[anechomirrored]

Prompt: "Is it over? Is it really over?"

Fandom: Fnaf Security Breach, The Other Side of Justice AU

Rating: T

Warnings: violence, minor character death, robot equivalent of gore, profanity, shock.

When Moon and Sun had opened their detective agency neither of them had expected to be involved in police work. They were a private investigations office after all, but in a city where the police were stretched thin, the two of them had been called upon more and more to assist. At first they helped with intel. Putting together information for trials and other back office prep work. As markets dipped and man and machine became desperate, they found themselves taking on more involved assignments. Now they were being called in to take witness accounts at the scene of petty thefts and carjackings. A phone call was almost expected now. There was no shortage of work that they could do on the behalf of the badges. Much of this work was a far cry from what they should be doing but if the Chief approved the papers then Sun and Moon could be assigned the task.

Had Moon ever known that their direct assistance with the police would lead them to this moment, then perhaps he would have discouraged Sun's enthusiasm for it long ago.

There was little this hindsight could do for him now.

As the baton came crashing down on his shoulder Moon knew that they were in trouble.

The two of them had been tailing an embezzler. Nothing too intense. The job had been to follow, locate the perp and report back.

Simple.

Finding people was one of their specialties.

This mug wasn't a one of their civillian marks. He had expected them, or someone at least, if his pack of brickhouse goons were anything to go by. Three of them were equipped with shock batons too.

Moon swore as several hundred volts coursed through his wires. His systems picking up in an attempt to expend the energy before it melted his insides.

His construction was tough, but too many hits like that could cause serious damage.

He swung with his free hand and caught one of the assailants under the ribs. The man went down with a pained grunt.

Seeing this, the one who'd struck with the baton doubled his efforts. He lunged, swinging the electric prod with fervor. Moon dodged and using the brute's own momentum, sent him crashing to the ground as well.

The victory was short lived, however; as a crowbar hooked Moon's shoulder and yanked. The heavy iron prongs found purchase, pulling at the metal joints until they ground apart. A garbled screech left Moon's voicebox as he clawed at his attackers.Then there was a sickening crunch. The loss of connectivity was instant and his arm fell limp at his side.

"Moon!" Sun screeched, he threw his own attacker to the side, abruptly.

Grabbing the arms of two more attempting to block his way Sun sent them spinning into one another and into the brick wall of the alleyway.

Moon took another few swings at those still between him and Sun. How were there still so many?

Another shock made his vision go monochrome. His auditory systems studdered as he fought to remain standing. A sharp whine starting up as the electrical current wreaked havoc on his processors.

Sun cursed loudly only adding to the surrealism of Moon's newfound state. Everything seemed to slow, his vision darkened only to return in such sharp detail that it hurt.

One minute he was watching Sun fight his way towards him, the next the world went dark again and another brute was swinging one of those damning batons at his head. With the way the world kept flickering, Moon wasn't sure he could handle a third hit with one of those. He staggered back, but it wasn't enough to dodge.

His vision faltered once more and then Sun was there.

His eyes shone with cold clinical white light, a hand encircling the human's throat. A crunch of his bones and the angles became all wrong. Moon watched in flickering snapshots as the human brute dropped lifelessly to the ground.

Then Sun was there again.

His usual grin was tight, a grimace. He looked from the human back to Moon and then he reached out.

"Moon? Snap out of it! Brother, we gotta-"

Shock batons.

One hit Sun in the chest hard enough to crack the casing over his chassis. The other struck him in the back of the faceplate, where that delicate bundle of wires lay terribly exposed.

Sun convulsed violently and dropped. His still reaching hand ghosting over Moon's coat buttons on the way down.

Moon followed, dropping to his knees. The risidual electricty made touching Sun hurt, but Moon still made an effort to roll him over with his one good arm.

The heavy tromp of boots heralded their mark's approach. He wasn't a large man but with Moon hunched over Sun, it afforded the weasly rat the chance to look down his nose at them. His smile was sickening.

"Ah, gotta love the smell of burning circuitry in the evening! Just a bunch of walking scrap piles, aren't you? Poking around where you don't belong, acting like you can do better. You think you can fix this trash fire of a city?" He brandished one of the batons at Moon, "You fucking can't."

Laughter rose up from those still able to do so. There were still too many for him to take alone.

The mark preened at the support and continued.

"Quite frankly, it's exactly what those sops in city hall deserve. To watch it all crashing down around them." Moon watched on in silence, his auditory systems were touch and go.

He should say something, do something, but he couldn't stop staring at the dark stains soaking through Sun's jacket.

Is it over? Is it really over?

Moon squeezed his optics shut. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

He struggled to focus, his voicebox failing to emit anything but angry static.

A sharp sound echoed off the brick walls and then repeated. the repetition was slow and deliberate.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

The monologue stopped. Moon lifted his head in the direction and the remaining humans turned to face the mouth of the secluded alley.

A looming figure towered over the goons. An animatronic. The rays circulating their head had moon looking down at Sun in confusion. There weren't too many clelestials like them around. The slow clap continued with the strange bot's approach. A few of the men stepped back.

"Ah, gentleman! Don't stop your tirade on my account. I do love an angry mob." Once the celestial bot came in range, a baton struck him square in the chassis.

They locked up for a moment and then calmly grasped the handle, ripping it away from it's wielder. A small edging of static was the only sign they'd hit the towering animatronic at all.

"What the fuck-" the shout was cut short as the baton was snapped effortlessly in two.

"Hmm, not much for manners are we?"Those large cat-like optics stared the group of now shaken humans down with a twisted excitement.

"If you leave now, I'll let you." They said, stopping in front of the now trembling mark, "Stay and I'll turn you into scrap."

[morningstar-chronicles]

Hamas is a terror organization that advocates for the death of jews worldwide as per their charter and doesn't care for its people, often using them as human shields and enforce strict sharia laws on its people (no qeers, no women rights and what not...), although they have support they wherent choosen democraticly and took controll by force (throwing oponents off the roof literally), they also used water pipes to build rockets instead.

On the attack hamas butchered israeli civilians, raped woman, burned and decapitate many Isis style (including babies). Over 1300 dead which is the equivalent to over 40000 americans (in relation to the population) and kidnap over 150. Hamas targeted civilians in a barbaric attack shooting at anything that moves including animals.

Israel is attacking gaza to dismantle hamas once and for all, hamas build its infrastructures and store weapons under civillians houses, hospitals, schools etc... so sadly civilians will get hurt as a collateral damage. Right now Israel tells the civilians to evacuate from certain zones, but hamas tries to prevent them by blocking and blowing up roads as they need them as human shields.

As for being 'genocide' you can look at the number of palestinians in gaza and the west bank over 60 years and decide if it can be called a genocide (for instance, in poland jews went from 3M to 300k over 4 or so years)- https://www.statista.com/chart/20645/palestine-and-israel-population-growth/

Supporting palestinians rights is fine, but one need to distinguish between the antisemetic rehatoric (river to sea = second holocaust) and alot misinformation that doesnt help to solve this conflict, from the actual activism.

yeah i definitely don't want to support anything anti-semetic or otherwise bigoted. it's been a long night of me looking further into the topic

basically the long and short of my opinion of the conflict is i just want people to stop dying

[mha-oi-oi-oi]

We Promised

Warnings: BakuKiri × reader, Female Reader, cursing 【Duh it's Bakugo】Chosen Quirk not proof read :(

You had no idea what to do. Sure you knew moves and how too evade attacks, but this villain was nothing like you had ever faught. His raw strength alone was enough to make you tap out. However, civillians were at risk, and your school did not need another loss. You overheard how the school board might be forced to pull out funding for the buisness crew too help enforce the hero course. Your friends did buisness, and they would be devistated if they found out about that.

You knew this villain would knock you clean out, so you had to use your only special move. By no means was your quirk useful in this situation, having a minipulator quirk was handy, even being able to use it on a daily basis. But his quirk was much stronger, better equiped for the enviroment you were in, and most of all, colorful.

Now, even you know if you heard that you would laugh until your face turned all shades of red. However, his quirk was so flashy, it blinded you. His quirk was called "Rainbow Shatter." Its effects were simple as forming a rainbow shape using anything nearby, making the object a color of the raindow, neon usually. Then shooting it in a crystalized form. Your quirk was air manipulation, similer abilities to weather control, but just for air. His quirk was more developed, letting him take the lead.

All thoughts you could have been thinking ceased when you saw a large neon green boulder flying at you with a pointed end. You used your abilities to shift its direction, and it ended up penetrating a building. You knew trying to think would only distract yourself, so with only 1 idea in mind, you started to get people to evacuate.

Your idea was not ideal, but it would have to work. A tornado was all you had in you to let out. And once all citizens were clear, you started forming it. You knew it would clear up once it reached 5 miles away or so. You had sent a quick message to Katsuki, Kirishima and your groupchat, praying they would see it before they saw you.

You pressed the phone off and placed it in your back pocket before making your way out to the clearing where the villain was waiting for you.

"Finally! So far, you have put up a fair fight." He shouted at you, aiming for a reaction. You smiled and flipped him off before sending the spiraling tornado his way. He shouted and tryed to escape, however the tornado got to him before he could leave.

Unfortunately, the tornado didin't spare anyone.

He could only stand in horror at the message. How could anyone accept that as your loved ones last words, or thoughts. He coulden't. Bakugo Katsuki and Eijiro Kirishima could never look at a one sentince text and cry like that, unless its from you.

I'm not making it to date night, loves 💖

Katsuki sprang up from his meeting and ran to meet you at your location, Eijiro not far behind. But when they got there, the place was so awful, Eijiro coulden't even start searching until after Katsuki yelled at him to.

The search was long, pulling rubbel off people, some alive, some not. Civillians who didint make it out in time. Mostly heros who stayed back to help the rest. But as Katsuki pulled another man from the mud, he coulden't help but think of you. Thats when he heard coughing.

Hacking climbed out your throat, you begged to be heard, to be seen, to escape alive. Thats when you noticed the long iron nail inbedded into your side, the only thing stopping you from bleeding out. You cried out, only to have small peeps come out instead. You slured on your words, trying to be strong and stay awake.

By now, Eijiro had heard it too, the soft squeaks, the crys of their names. He and katsuki were glancing under every single concrete slab there was.

"EI! Kat! m'here...m'righ..here..." you shouted to the best of your abilities, forbidding yourself from moving the rubbel ontop you. You could see light starting to form, sounds of concrete being smashed apart, making you shout in pain, the nail jabbing into your side more.

"C'mon! Dammit!! She could be fucking dying!!" You heard Katsuki say, he was on the verge of tears, you could tell. Eijiro was getting softer, hearing your whimpers of pain get louder.

"Im trying! The concrete is only hurting her!" He yelled

You managed to push off the last piece, revealing your beloveds. They fell to their knees, calling people over to help you. The rest was a blur, rushing to the hospital, getting treated, surgery. Not many thought you would survive, but they did, they promised you they would never believed you dead until your final heartbeat.

You do remember waking up at home, laying on your bed, surrounded by your favorite stuffies, keeping you company since your boyfriends were nowhere to be found. You got up, wincing at the pain in your side immediately. You stumble to the living room, trying to find a sign of a human. Just then, Eijiro imerges from the kitchen.

"Oh my god your awake! I was so worried!" He grabbed you and hugged you tight, but you started ow-ing right away.

"Ow, ow, ow! Ei!! Giant hole in my side!" You shouted, making Katsuki come out the Kitchin aswell.

"What the fuck are you doing out of bed! You know damn well you need rest!" He yelled at you, just trying to prove a point. You stared at him before reaching out, offering a soft hug. He accepted quickly, being much more gental then Ei.

They were so happy to have you back. Turns out, you spent 3 weeks in the hospital and had a trauma block, meaning you remembered nothing. You guessed you deserved it, afterall, that was a horrible idea.

However, the rest of that week was soup, cuddles and rest, and even after that the boys would check up on you every now and again to make sure you were okay. You knew that you could always rely on katsuki and Eijiro to help you when you were down and they knew they could do the same because it was their promise