#even if I dont answer them I promise I value them all

[oh-no-its-bird]

Adjusting my glasses and squinting at my ask box

One of you guys REALLY wants edo tensei tobirama huh

[thegreatimpersonator]

hi everyone, ahead of the release of ttpd, i wanna set some rules and boundaries for this blog so i can look after myself and make sure things stay civilized. under the cut will be how im gonna navigate the release and the state of the blog for a while after Thursday:

closing my inbox: i've made the tough choice to close my inbox once the album is released. i know a lot of you come to me to vent, express opinions, and view it as a safe space and i value that so much. however, things can get out of hand very quickly and become very overwhelming for me. i also find myself expressing opinions im not 100% certain of, solely just to answer people. i wanna avoid 100+ messages a day, a lot of them being just repeated opinions i've already touched on, and actually take a few moments to think about things for myself, hve fully formed opinions, etc.

how ttpd will be approached: about those 'fully formed opinions' i meantioned above, of course i'll be sharing them eventually. i've decided that, after i listen to the album, i'll take the time to make 1 post about my overall thoughts on the album, maybe go track by track with short summaries of each, etc., but not post it immediately after the first listen, to again sit with my thoughts and make it a well thought out opinion and not rush into any quick judgments.

overall state of the blog: i don't know how long my inbox will be closed, i don't know how long it'll take to come up with the review of the album, i don't even know i'f i'll want to be online at all tbh. if i am online i'll post about non-taylor things and thats it. but once again, i can't make any promises about the time frame. once i do open my inbox, i wanna reiterate the boundaries i already have stated: please do not send me updates on anything taylor or travis related, please dont send me updates on every wild theory swifties post, and generally don't send me anything that you know will put me in a bad mood.

i hope everyone somehow manages to navigate the mess in their own way, i can't wait till i can come back fully and have semi-mature conversations about it. i'm doing this to protect my peace and i hope others try and do that too. love you all 🥰

[voidselfshipp]

He's My Alibi

Cw: Talk about guns,manslaughter.

Summary: Deimos cashes in a favor from his beloved and handler.

->Inspired by the song "Shes my alibi" by Sevdaliza.

A/N: only mutuals allowed to reblog.

Jerico shoved a New mag on their pistol,their goggles settled firmly over their eyes. Their helmet felt heavy against their head,but there was little to care about now in the midst of a mission with their battle buddy missing.

--For fucks sake- Morris!--They yelled over their solo channel in the intercom. They pull back the hammer of their weapon and they feel the bullet click into place.

Theres a moment of silence,quiet crunching steps walk through the desolate property

--Behind you, Cowden-- The gravelly voice of Deimos came from behind them in the blink of an eye. He feels the barrel of the gun press against his stupid mask.

--For fucks sake!

Jerico lowers the gun with sweat down their jaw,hotsreaks of salt water. He chuckles and raised his hands,smirking and obviously so. They could read him,being their handler and secret lover.

--Answer your goddamn comms!--They growled-- Where the fuck were you?

--One of the cronies owed me money,nothing Keres related I assure you.

They blink at him,pulling his goggles up with utter bafflement. They register the words he said-- care to elaborate?

--No time for it, doll. C'mon lets go what we came here for.

--I- Okay,fine,fuck-- Both begin to walk towards the designated area to intercept a high value target.

Theres a few moments of silence,both on high alert as they sculk around. Slow breathing,anticipation, sweat down their face and the dusty air in their lungs.

Soldier or mercenary life,both were exilarating and dangerous.

--one more thing,Sweetcheeks-- Deimos broke the silence. --Dont tell Pereira about it.

--Why?--They asked,still baffled-- I cant lie to Cav,she'll gut me.

--Ask Blackburn to bat her pretty eyelashes at 'er, then.

--No.-- They bit-- I cant,and I wont

He bumped his hip with theirs,a smile clear in his voice.

--c'mon,soldier. Not even for me?

Jerico breathed out,exhasperated at his boyfriend's Shenanigans. The shake their head again,vehemently.

--You can use all the petnames under your belt,but I wont- I cant.

--Itll be fun-- He half joked-- Dont you like the thrill of it?

They looked at him,confused and in desbelief. Even after everything he still surprised them.

--Youre a fucked up motherfucker, morris.

He shrugged as if to say "no shit,sherlock" and raised his gun, nodding to the nearby entrance. They were almost there.

-♡-

Tarantula sat at a desk with Caveira, shes going through their written report. She looks up,with the gaze of a death goddess,chilling as icy water in the heart of winter.

--As Morris' Handler,you can confirm and testify he stayed by your side at all times?--Her voice was laced with a threat,a Knife held at her throat.

Just great.

They have a moment where they hesitate. Jerico knows how to read Deimos,their nights together a crash course on the language of the ex rainbow op. He promised to give details, and hes compromised to be truthful just to them about himself. 

With a steadying breath,he answers-- Yes,he stayed by my side at all times.

The woman nodds and proceeds.

After the in-person report was over,Jerico went to Morris' cell for a good fucking explanation. They stand there behind the wall of glass,arms crossed.

--Oh you look so hot frowning Like that-- He teased, closing the book he had in his hands.

--Im about to become the hottest Man on earth if you dont start talking.

--I figured...

He explains then,its from his days as low ranking Officer in the keres. It was completely a personal matter,but the Man never paid him back. And though the Man fled, he had never forgotten.

Deimos smiles,putting his hands on the glass. --Thank you for being my alibi,doll.

--Youre lucky I like you-- they had to bite back a smirk,but they wink and merely stay a while for a chat and some cuddles.

[askew-d]

Hello...Have you watched Haikyuu movies? It's great....And we got lots of Kuroken moments and "that"one Kagehina moment.... So, as Kagehina shipper, have you ever ship Hinata or Kageyama with other character? For me, I have read Kageyama with Oikawa fic (I enjoy it but not really into that ship, all the time thinking of Iwaoi) and Hinata with Atsumu fic (one of my friend love that ship, wrote a fic and asked me to read them). And as much as they're all good, my otp will always be Kagehina. Like they were made for each other and it has to be them...

Do you also have other ships that you love from MDZS and TGCF? Sorry, if you asked me this, I have at least 8 ships in total from those two series, all of them are non canon (Xuexiao, Xiyao, Zhuiling, Beafleaf, Fengqing, Quanyin, Peihuang, Xuyue)....

Sorry for this random and long ask, hope you don't mind....

hello, anon!! sorry i am late for this, hope you understand. life has been crazy, haha. anyway, let us go: i did watch the haikyuu films and recently in was at the cinema with a friend watching the dumpster battle, let me tell you i was OVERJOYED!!! heavens, i could not control my anxiety. though my friend also likes the anime, she isnt as obsessed as me and didnt even finish the last season when we talked about watching the brand new release, so i had the OUTSTANDING experience of rewatching it with her so we could buy the tickets after!! i lost count of how many times i watched it and how many times i made other friends try it out (at some point, i recommended it to even one of my students during a totally unrelated discourse, hahahaha, hope he shares his opinions once this winter break finishes).

since i watched haikyuu about... five years ago? i must have rewatched some seasons more than ten times. its my comfort show! love every film also. about the ships, kagehina is my endgame, but i definitely love kuroken, iwaoi, bokuaka and sakuatsu (though i consume kagehina content much more). of course every ship is valid, i cannot judge anyone, however, i personally cant see hinata or kageyama with anyone else and do not read stories too focused on other relationships :) i can comprehend why fans see something with oikawa and kageyama, or even oikawa and hinata (considering their interaction in rio), but i do not settle with it in my heart. its just profiles and options, anyway! dont mind, dont mind.

i agree with you. for me, they are soulmates through and through. perfect for each other. one is the promise, the other is the anchor. they might be one of the couples i have seen anywhere that matches each other's vibe the best.

about mxtxt works, my favorite side ships are moshang and beefleaf. i can see the appeals in each one you mentioned, but i just never quite got interested to the point of reading about it, sorry!! some of them maybe its because they did not have a finale extra shot, or at least they were not as spoken/seen together as they were individually. for fengqing, though i like them as a side couple in hualian fanfics, i never quite got engaged in their story together, many times they just annoyed me (god, im scared of saying that and people coming at me, but there you go). but i know they have their values and some interactions i could almost forget my light, petty resentment for their actions and laugh along. beefleaf though? mobei-jun and his creator shang qinghua? heavens, i wanted to see more of them.

so, this is it! do not worry about asking whatever and whenever you want to ask. i love coming here to answer them when i have the time. thank you!! hope you can spot a nice sunset and take a relaxing shower today.

[lunalovecomics]

"I'm proud of you, son, my dear Donatello"

Of course Donnie loved praise. He yearned for it. Those words were likeprecious pieces of uranium. But, that was exactly it, they used to be rare. They once had been something they would obtain once every year, if they were even lucky.

Donatello had tried more than once to gain such favor, even managing to gain the title 'the funny one'. And yet here he stood, analyzing every word in his graph titled 'Praise from father'. The spike had remained consistent, there was more of it in the last 5-6 years... Of course, this might have to do with the fact the turtles almost died in multiple occasions, or even the fact that Splinter went to a therapist in the hidden city (not consistently enough, but hey, something was something).

Donnie should be happy, logically, this was a good thing. Praise=good. Father acting like a dad=good. Father paying attention=good. These were positives, he was well aware. And yet... A sigh escaped his lips as he fiddled with his pen. It felt, off... No, ODD. Not wrong, nor suspicious, just... Confusing.

A once neglectful father, now was being so attentive and caring. The man began to make tea and coffee for them began to show interest and say how proud he was. He took interest in their creative endravors, things that had nothing to do with the ninja lifestyle. There was no more broken promises, to the point that splinter would get mad, even anxious, if one of his son's decided to tell him no or even mention that they wanted Splinter to rest instead of going out (because the man sometimes was tired and they worried he might faint).

Of course Don knew Splinter was feeling guilty and that's why he got mad. after all, the rat was well aware of how many times he lied or broke promises when they were younger and was working on correcting that mistake. But the thing was, at least for Donnie, they were used to this. It was routine, 'dont trust dad when he promises, he won't deliver'. Now, that rule wasn't factual anymore. The pattern didn't fit.

Donnie grit his teeth, frustration bubbling within him. Not knowing, not understanding... FEELINGS. He hated this... Uncertainty. He liked the loving words and praise from his father... But his father had once established a pattern of not being, well... A dad. If Donnie, when younger, made an invention that could help Splinter make his life easier the answer was always 'keep it up' or 'expected from you purple'. Not 'how I ever told you how proud I am of you?', 'youre wonderful Donatello', 'thank you, I love you'.

Donatello's hands moved faster as he drew. Mikey was the colorful artist that made amazing things, but Donatello drww and wrote. His things were done with pens or ink, black and white, just like he liked to see life. Everything in a certain order, with values instead of color theory that would confuse him. His works were private. His works were unseen. Donnie was unsure how comfortable he was about keeping it secret though, the reactions he saw from his father when Mikey made a new art piece, and the beautiful comic books based on Hamato Yoshi's life, had a positive reaction.

Fuck. Now he was envying his little brother. Another illogical emotion to add to the list. Donnie knew he was contradicting himself, he wanted more praise, but unsure that he wanted it at the expense of established routine. Donnie always wanted a caring father from fiction or psychology books, but that was just it, he was comfortable with the fantasy. They weren't supposed to exist... And yet, here his own dad was being one.

He knew Splinter had been neglectful and borderline harsh to them because of trauma. He didn't have much of a parental reference. And Splinter had been thrown into taking care of four infant turtles out of the blue, add to it, the fact that his ex did a bunch of fucked up stuff? Point was, Donnie didn't resent him from being absent. He resented him for multiple times putting them in danger. He resented him, for changing routine, for being less predictable.

But most of all, Donnie resented himself. Because he knew he was being unfair, illogical, and in denial. He knew feelings made no sense. Nothing was perfect, and it shouldn't be. Yet, Donnie still insisted. Why was splinter acting like a father, why now? Why?

He gazed down at the inked illustration he had made. Him and splinter. Father and son, bonding together under a cherry tree. That wouldn't happen, it was fiction. And yet, he knew where to find a cherry tree... He knew he could convince splinter to come and sit with him, tell him stories while he tinkered under it.

The fantasy was posible. And that made him uncomfortable.

[hamwarts]

Dashcon Two is Suspicious at Best

I'm gonna be honest its been so long now and Ive been following the website for updates, Dashcon Two is most likely very mismanaged or some form of (intentional or not) fraud, their website is lacking in information but filled with oh so le quirky jokes.

Here's a timer on their site, and promises of Toronto, yet... they have no venue yet? It'd be generous to call this bold, id say this is shortsighted.

Ah yes, i should trust you because... squints eyes.. we totally are way better than the last one... trust me... The staff is incredibly so overtly qualified and yet.. not any actual names, not any actual sources for their work experience, not even fucking tumblr links to any of the staff, just first names and bio's written more to make you chuckle at best case scenario and stare in abject apathy in most cases. (As if this would pass as anything to a generation that has had to learn how to lie in their resume's as a bare minimum for employment. )

There's only one person who has any links whatsoever, and it's Martin, the artistic director who is credited with making the OC's

However they are credited *wrong* , no tumblr is listed??? at all? and the @picc-is-free is not even correct, it has no dashes in instagram, which is a minor error but their actual tumblr is https://paintbrushinacoffeecup.tumblr.com/ (Do not harass this person, like don't even contact them unless you know what you're doing(like actually)) I don't believe Martin to be some mastermind or anything, and i wonder if they just got commissioned for some pieces and named as Art Director therefor after? Also worried about this being some form of scapegoating, having just one person who works for you as the named individual , who is just an artist not even know... the main organizer?? an actual director??? anyone else?? at all???

And for the rest...Yep, those first names are all you get, not even a tumblr link to any of their pages (this is a convention about tumblr...), nothing, and none of their previous work has any sourcing whatsoever, no mention of *which* previous events or *which* campaigns, yeah this is very trustworthy This is without mentioning the fact some of these credentials are just clear exaggerations with how vague they are.

Do also keep in mind that this about us page, is a *reply* to an already lack of answers or information

would recommend people don't get their hopes up, not that i think anyone will, and absolutely, do NOT donate or support this until there's any form of tangibility, and even so i am cautious permanently for them announcing it in this state and taking so long to say anything of value (which until now, is None.) I'm just a layman here but any major projects Ive seen in the past of any form of planning capacity have a lot of tangibility when announced to the degree this has, and unless i magically missed some vital info that was displayed in some dark corner i doubt this shit is real. I could be wrong and i assume the youtubers and big people that have been in contact with the organizers hopefully have any info of some kind but this shit is very weird from a publicity standpoint. Obviously i understand that according to them, they had to announce things early, but it sure has been a while from the announcement now, and they sure didnt* need to put a timer and they sure didnt* need to give out half assed answers for their staff or website, so i dont really find that to be a satisfactory answer as to why i should trust this as an actual event.. This is all subject to change of course but , as of now, something smells fishy, and reeks of incompetence and youthful hubris, so it Really IS DASHCON TWO!! Get excited guys... here comes another disaster

[radical-aurin-care]

between sixth form, my part time job and trying to see my friends i feel so mentally tired and drained and i dont get any revision or homework or anything i love doing (like writing, piano ect) done bcs i just feel so stuck and idk how long i can keep going before i completely mentally give up, have you got any advice?

Dear anon, I am very sorry that it took me so long to answer! I had to take an unplanned social media break and then had some pretty bad health issues (on the mend now) and didn't even manage to open my inbox until two days ago.

anyway, thanks for your patience, I hope things are manageable for you! <3

afai sixth form means that you're old enough that school isn't mandatory any more. I'm gonna be that bad influence that tells you to drop out of school.

schools, unis etc are NOT places to learn (they don't even tend to teach students how to learn, let alone consistently encourage independent thinking, cooperation, nor acting on what you learned or on your conscience). they are part time prisons for children at worst and factories for fancy diplomas at best. plus abuse runs rampant.

they don't teach you stuff that you couldn't learn better elsewhere - if you need it at all. they train people to be be employable and reward them with certificates that basically say "I am good at being exploited for labour, dear boss, please consider exploiting me"

you already have passions and things you like devoting time to - school detracts from that. you're creative!

school affects you severely and I don't want you to hurt yourself for some promise that frankly they don't deliver on. When I went to school I thought schools and unis were the Best places to learn and degrees and diplomas were super important for my future. nope. not true.

I see it as a pattern of abuse now - getting ppl to put up with health destroying hardships and absurd demands (like dictating when you can and can't go pee or eat or stretch your legs or chat with friends, all of which hinders learning!) by holding up some future price. and making promises that are simultaneously ridiculously high ("education opens up the world to you!") and insultingly low ("we'll give you a piece of paper with some grades on them" so that you can apply for jobs but no grades nor jobs are guaranteed plus even if you get one, don't count on making a living off it).

even IF the promises were true, it would be even more unjust (and in many ways is) because formal education acts as a gatekeeper to do many things that get withheld from ppl for mainly racist, classist and sexist reasons - playing that game won't make it get fairer or the world better. besides many of those things are just more capitalism.

If you do decide to keep going, at least stop doing homework - it has been proven to give no benefits to learning. it's just a waste of your time and energy and you're worth more than that!

see if there are other unconventional or anarchic ways to save your time, energy and sanity. this is not just applicable to school btw! you need it at work and when dealing with ppl in general. I'm thinking of things like:

don't obey demands or suggestions unless you really agree that they are the best idea

train your independent thinking, decision making and acting...

as well as how to work together with others as equals

if someone wants to force you to waste your time, energy, talents or insults your intelligence or value as a human being, LET THEM WORK FOR IT

yes sometimes we need to do stuff we don't want. but those times are FAR fewer and farther in between than authorities and social norms (including politeness) would have us believe. AT LEAST let them work for it.

don't be contrarian just to be contrarian though - cooperate with people you value and who have earned your respect and support

strengthen your bonds with friends and people who have similar problems as you, or where you see that you can help them with something they might not be able to do on their own

validate and support others who question or subvert injust or stupid authorities

what I'm doing and wish I'd started decades earlier is to radically cut out any abusive or oppressive person, institution or force in my life. and to build up true friendships and healing relationships instead. to build trust in myself and train my discernment and act on it. to build a good and trusting relationship with myself and my body above all.

there are many ways to get by other than what this oppressive society tries to feed us.

my personal favourite is a combination of mutual aid networks, supportive friendships, connections to nature and the land, and cooperatives or collectives or guilds or associations that work and produce and often make money together without a boss and without being driven by capitalism, but by collectively agreed upon values instead. maybe with some theft, squatting, and other illegalised activities thrown in, as a treat. depends on your risk analysis though.

I'll tell anyone to put their time, effort and hope in those over school/work any day!

and like I said, moving towards tolerating bullshit less and less in all aspects of live and valuing yourself, your agency and time and effort - that should help too in case other institutions or bosses or family or friends sap your energy.

I hope I could give you some support and food for thought, whatever you decide to do with it!

feel free to ask more questions, I'll do my best to answer them more quickly from now on!

[seth-shitposts]

"Next time they make a move, we'll be waiting for them to snuff out that spark before it catches fire."

-Kallus [s1e1]

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"I never asked questions."

"Well maybe you should start. Or are you afraid of the answers you'll get?"

-Kallus & Zeb [s2e17]

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"You have the heart of a rebel."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

-Thrawn & Kallus [s3e21]

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"You disgust me, traitor."

"The day I betrayed your empire, Governor, is the day I finally stopped betraying myself."

-Pryce & Kallus [s4e15]

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Alex: I'm dumping a theory essay / speculative thoughts here, and I am solely pulling from my memory which isn't always 100% accurate, but here's some of my thoughts on aspects of Alexsandr Kallus’s core character. (This is just what I think, of course, don't take it as facts. I'm literally just dumping words. And parts of this is strongly headcanon, as we dont have much canonically for his backstory.)

I believe that Kallus has always had "the heart of a rebel".

I believe that he's always had a strong sense of justice and values. Or maybe one that he built from scrap himself and with the resources available to him. (And, of course, just because one has a strong sense of justice, does not make that person automatically correct.)

He himself has said and believed [back before he searched for answers and became disillusioned from the empire] that the empire brought about justice and order to the galaxy. That's what he believed he had been supporting, it's what he was placing his loyalty into.

I feel that Kallus may have always had a twinge here or there, a feeling that something was off or a seed of doubt. But it was always just small and it would have been easier to push it aside and let himself believe that somethings cannot be helped, that sometimes the ends justify the means. This is what he would have been taught in his IBS training, given the nature of his job.

If Kallus was indeed from the lower levels, then he would have been witness to not only disorder and wrong doings on a daily basis, but also higher levels of violence as well. So when the empire did recruitments with promises of what would have allured the citizens of the lower levels to join the academy, it would have been in character for Kallus to have joined at the chance to bring change for the better to the galaxy, to places similar to where he came from.

And the contrast between the lower levels and the academy would have been a huge culture shock, one that would have taken some getting used to. So he probably started right off the bat with observing, trying to figure it out. And then there would be minor things here and there that he may have felt somewhere was off. Maybe he even questioned it, but would immediately shut the train of thought down if it were even implied that he was being disloyal or didn't have faith in the system.

And even of it felt wrong to him to do some of these things, that it was causing internal conflict, he would snuff out the doubt, extinguish the questions, because there was a goal that needed to be met. Even if he found something distasteful, he would ignore it until eventually he didn't feel that recoil anymore. Because he believed that the empire was right, that if he tried hard enough, he would accomplish what he had set out to do. And over time, he snuffed out that spark. And the fact that he had lost those who were close to him, all in one fell swoop on what was supposed to be just a routine mission probably made it easier to dedicate himself to a system that made promises of justice and order. So he probably really should stop questioning things, it would've been in his best interest.

Over the years, it would have been a slow progression of the Empire's tactics becoming more and more extreme, just enough small changes building up so that it would have seemed that increasing the iron grip was the best course of action. It produced the best results, the Empire would have become more powerful, and therefore allowed the empire to expand its reach even further and cover more ground. Stopping rebellions at the roots, ending a small spark before it has the chance to burn down a house. And maybe in this twisted perception, Kallus would have thought that the way to make sure another massacre like what happened on Lasan didn't happen again would've been to do this. To snuff our sparks before they become so big that the Empire's only response is to end the whole situation through brute force and overpowering numbers. There was most probably a part of Kallus that knew something about what had happened to Lasan was wrong, but he chose to override that and continue on the mission.

Despite how hard he had been throwing himself into walls to capture the ghost crew and to "finish what he started" there was still that something there, as it would have brought him to feel the need to say something about it to Zeb on the moon. About how it wasn't supposed to be a massacre, but he realized the empire wanted to make an example. Part of him would have had to of known that it was wring on some level, but he still chose to snuff out the doubt. Because the doubt would only lead to the need to ask questions and asking questions would only lead to being accused of disloyalty and doubt in the entire empire itself.

But then came the point in Legends of the Lasat when Kallus had to face the realization that no matter what he did, he wasn't going to catch the rebels, he wasn't going to catch the ghost crew. He had been chasing this group for well over a year at this point and every time they still managed to evade capture, to escape, to survive, to live. They will only ever remain out of reach, even when he throws caution to the wind. In that moment, something deep in him knows that it's not going to happen. It doesn't stop him from trying again, but there's that little seed that remains.

And then Zeb tells Kallus that maybe he should ask questions. Or is he afraid that he'll find the answers and not like the harsh truth? To have to face the fact that for nearly two decades he had been devoting himself to a system that has only been oppressing the galaxy, that he had been betraying his own morals and values for false promises.

Zeb saying that to Kallus would have dragged back every bit of doubt, every question buried alive. It re-lit a spark. So Kallus took the borrowed courage, because stars knows that he had been too much of a coward to do it himself up to this point, and chased down some answers. And those answers we his worst fears confirmed, that he had betrayed the fibers of his own being and committed terrible acts for lies. And rather than run or slip into despair, Kallus immediately took to following what he thinks is right. The best way to help others is to do what he can to help the rebellion.

And he doesn't change allegiances for anyone but himself. Because it's what he believes to be the right thing to do, and it is. Finally having forced himself to swallow his pride he looked to the whole truth for what it was. And even though he may not have liked what he saw, he still had to face it and do the next right thing.

And even though there was the pain and guilt of the fact that he had done what he did, there may have also been this sense of relief. While it was still suffocating to have learned the truth, there was a part of him that was finally allowed to breathe again. A part of him that came back full force.

[shyghost]

(gigantic bnha spoilers ahead if you dont want to see it hit "j" or just keep scrolling)

ok. ok. i'm having so many thoughts about shigaraki's story and in my mind there's a way for it to still be salvageable. no hate to hori, he's an exhausted person under so much stress, and he wants this shit to be over. but this is my personal truth.

tl;dr: nana shimura has a heart-to-heart with her grandson, reassuring him that his feelings about the league were not manipulated, and he cared about them deeply and truly regardless of AFO's meddling, and that tomura can still save them. he's apprehensive about this until he hears kurogiri say "his friends are waiting for him." this is what "wakes him up" and causes him to lead the charge to defeat AFO from the inside. deku has to acknowledge that he didn't beat AFO on his own, he has to say that shigaraki helped him.

longer version under the cut:

chapter 424 would be tomura rising.

cut to the flashback of tomura being silenced by AFO. he is free-floating with his hand outstretched thinking "i guess this is it, it's all over." but then nana's hand reaches out to his spirit vestige hand and grabs it or whatever, saying "i wont let you disappear, tenko."

he is admittedly confused and upset by her saving him, and so he asks her why she bothered to keep him from vanishing. to which nana answers that she knows he has every reason to hate her, but she couldn't sit by and let heroes fail him again. and that his family needs him.

tomura scoffs like "i don't even know you, you're not my family" and nana responds "yeah, i'm not the one who needs you. what about your league?"

tomura thinks about them all shocked for a moment. nana continues, "do you think AFO will keep them safe? that he'll honor your promise? the one you made assuring them they can live however they want? if he could turn against you so easily, you, his precious protege, why would he not turn against them?"

tomura is silent for a beat and then nana says "tenk--... tomura. your life may have been manipulated by AFO, but he's wrong about you never making a decision on your own. you truly valued and cared about your league. you protected them, looked after them, bonded with them. your relationship with them was very real, and very important."

tomura kinda snaps at her, "how would you know?" to which nana responds, "because we saw it."

she quotes him, "'even if i were to turn into an empty shell, i'd still need to be a hero to those guys--the villains...' ... isn't that what you said?"

she then kneels down to him and reaches out her hand again and says, "so, grandson, i'm asking: do you still want to be a hero?"

tomura thinks about it, but doesn't take her hand, scratching at his neck instead like "even if i wanted to, what could i do from here?" so nana pats his head instead and says "we'll figure it out together."

the other vestiges appear before him, and they kind of explain what's happening on the outside. that AFO is destabilizing, and deku is making his way to him as they speak. yadda yadda. tomura is unconvinced but then they hear kurogiri's "AFO, please give back tomura shigaraki. his friends are waiting for him."

suddenly tomura snaps out of it. he's furious again. he still wants the destruction of that house. and AFO is the literal root cause of everything that made that house. and if he can't destroy hero society, he can at least destroy AFO.

he finally decides, "we should attack him from the inside." he thinks about all of his friends, about spinner, about his family, about how he will reclaim his life. it is HIS LIFE.

then the rest we saw. etc etc. i dunno. something like that.

when deku gets accosted by his friends, and they're all like "you did it!!" he says "i didn't do it alone. i had you guys and also shigaraki."

and they're like "wtf" and he's like "i couldnt have done it without him, he destroyed AFO from the inside, even though it meant sacrificing himself."

everyone's got a moment of stunned silence pondering the implications of that.... and so forth.........

I DUNNO, IF I COULD DRAW I'D JUST DRAW IT OUT BUT MY SKILLS ARE TERRIBLE

[scarletspider-lily]

like my parents are homophobic and transphobic (i dont know if ill ever come out to them to be honest) and i wonder how much of that is the fundamentalist christianity and how much of that is like. more conservative asian culture yk? sorry how rambly this got btw i dont know a lot of ppl irl who i'd be able to discuss this w/. i hope it doesn't come across as aggressive or ill-intentioned or anything!!

I think about this a lot too, and also tysm for this ask you're my first ask ever ily and i hope youre staying safe and well to the best of your ability!

I wonder this so much too, it's slightly confusing to think about. i dont have any hard answers because i am not an expert on cultures (if someone looks more into this stuff, i would appreciate your input in replies) but part of me wonders how things came to be, like i know christianity has been passed down for at least 2 generations in my family, so i wonder if the part of asian culture that values conformity and holding to tradition kept that alive more than anything else. not to mention the value of family, expectations of conformity for safety, and the fear of hell, combining to make a disastrous "I GOTTA PRAY AND GO TO CHURCH AND CONVERT MY FAMILY OR THEY'RE ALL GOING TO HELL" mentality...

i think modern day christianity can be big in some asian cultures (colonization aside) due to the conservative aspects. in fact, i think many asian families are affected by conservative christian rhetoric even if they aren't christian themselves, because of the influence of evangelism on the world. western conservative ideals and evangelical christianity do have a MASSIVE overlap, so thats one thing. i personally think its a mix of both conservative ideals and extreme religion, more of a big circle than a venn diagram. i feel like extreme christianity is something many asian families would find appealing for this reason, so its sort of a "did the chicken come first, or the egg?" situation- i think conservative values may have hit certain asian cultures first, and colonization also may have impacted this (depending on the asian culture, obviously. India had a change in modesty with clothes post colonization for example), and christianity was appealing after that sort of cultural shift and still is because many asian countries remain conservative in certain facets of their ideology and culture, and evangelical christianity is simply a functioning vessel for that. tldr, evangelical christianity can be used to justify conservative ideals in asian households, adding to the appeal of the religion as it also promises safety and comfort.

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

calls home | k. bakugou

★ tags ; gn!reader, pure fluff, established relationships, reader is a support items enginerr.

★ wc ; 1.3k.

★ synopsis ; katsuki hates nosy interviews, but maybe coming clean about his love life will get these people off his back.

★ a/n ; not a very novel concept but i wanted to give it a go lmao

"We're rolling!"

Katsuki as the director behind the camera gives him a thumbs up. The camera light flashes red. He really loathes the entire filming process. All forms of public promotion, actually. But he promised his manager he would turn up and do his best for this interview.

He sighs, looking into the camera with a bored expression.

"Uh. Hi. I'm Bakugou Katsuki. Pro-Hero: Dynamight. I'm here with Heroe's Weekly to do a QnA."

He can hear in his voice how much he doesn't want to be there but doesn't bother to change his face. Off-camera, the crew are snickering. He knows a handful of them, friends of friends. He shoots a glare their way. The director gives him a pleasant look.

"Aw, don't be like that. Your fans have been asking for this forever."

Katsuki snorts, arms pulled over his chest.

"You think I don't know that? Fuckin' everyday on my twitter. You shitheads are so nosy."

"Calling your fans shitheads...your brand is one of a kind."

"Yeah, yeah. I don't get why they all care but whatever. Made a promise so I'm here."

The director laughs.

"Right. So, are you ready for the questions?"

"As I'll ever be."

The interview questions start off as he expects. He really does hate doing them, quick and formulaic responses for most of the basic ones. He's gotten them so many times in his life they don't even really feel like real questions. It's all information that's found easily through some google searching.

Age? 20 something. Star-sign? Who the fuck knows, but he thinks aries. Favorite food? Whatever's spiciest. Why'd you become a hero? Because he wanted to be the best. Who's your favorite hero? Still Allmight.

After the initial round of questions comes the deeper ones. He has to admit they're more well-thought-out than he's used to. With time, he finds ease in talking about the prompts.

What sets you apart from other heroes? Field experience, he thinks. Knowing the position of the victim and the victor young, all thanks to his fucked up teen years. What was your childhood like? Better than most, but god he was such a dick. Is there any advice that you think young heroes should hear, even if they typically don't? Valuing your life is valuing the lives of others, no matter what anyone says.

After the serious questions die down, the director gives him a smug expression. All softened up by the obvious thought that went behind it, her grin is amused.

"...Your viewers wanted to ask some more.. personal question

Katsuki raises an eyebrow.

"Gave me all the good questions upfront to curb my mood, huh? Cheeky fuckers."

"Permission to ask?"

He barks a laugh.

"You can ask whatever the hell you want but I don't know if I'll answer."

"Well, everyone is most curious about your love life."

Katsuki scoffs.

"Not this bullshit again."

"Oh, c'mon! You got voted sexiest hero of the year, of course the people want to know." The director insists, probing him "You can't give even a hint?"

He sighs.

"Give me a second."

Pulling out his phone from his pants, he unlocks it and opens up his text messages. He can practically hear everyone holding their breath but chooses to ignore it.

(sent 2:46pm) they're asking about you. fucking annoying

from baby 💌 (sent 2:46) you already know i don't mind. it might get them to leave u alone.

(sent 2:47) yeah i guess. love you. rest up and ill see you later

from baby 💌 (sent 2:47) love u too kat. see u at home. pick up some food on the way pls i dont wanna make lunch.

He grins at his phone a little, completely lost to the fact he's still with a bunch of annoying people. All of a sudden he wants to go home, clicking his phone.

"Who's got you smiling at your phone like that?"

"My fiancée."

Immediately the studio erupts into chatter. He gives them an unimpressed look, clicking his teeth. Is it really such a huge deal?

"You'd think I just dropped a fucking bomb in here."

"Fiancée?! Is this the first time you're talking about it?"

He nods once.

"Yeah."

"Can you spare us some details?"

"Like what?"

"How you met, what they're like, how you fell in love! The more the better."

He clicks his teeth. This is tiresome, but he relents. Crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes flick up to the ceiling.

"I don't know how to fucking answer any of that. We met on the job, though."

"But we're dying to know!"

"Isn't it fuckin' enough that I said something? What else do you need to know?"

"Are they pretty?" Someone on the crew shouts. Katsuki smirks.

"Better looking than every person in here, yeah."

A bunch of oohs and aahs chorus from around him. He wants this to be over and done with more than anything, but it feels like he can't back out now.

"Well if you can't answer them, maybe it's worth having them answer."

"Are you fucking serious? You want me to call them right now? No fucking way."

"A journalist is never above begging Dynamight. Plus now the whole set wants to know of this mystery person.

"God you people are so persistent." He spits, agitated. He looks directly in the camera "Let me make it very clear. Put this in your final cut. After this, I'm never talking about this shit again. If you ask, I'm kicking your ass."

Katsuki reaches into his pocket for his phone again, fingers hesitating to open it. He does with a deep sigh, tapping your contact in his call list. It rings twice before you answer. He puts you on speaker.

"Hi baby," Your voice is melodic and sweet. Katsuki can't help his smile "Is your interview over?"

The director mouths the word baby in shock and Katsuki gives her a glare.

"No, we're in the middle of it right now. They were asking me annoying questions and I didn't feel like answering them so they told me to call you."

"Oh? So they wanted me to answer, instead?"

"Yeah. Just about how we met and shit. That okay?"

"If it's okay with you I don't mind. What are the questions?"

Katsuki feels a flush crawl up his face.

"Uh. How we fell in love or whatever."

"Oh, how romantic." Your voice is pleasant. Katuski holds the speaker closer to his mic. "Well. Hi everyone. I'm Y/N and I'm Katsuki's fiancée. We met on the job, I'm a support items engineer and I worked on the major mechanisms for his suit."

Katsuki smiles a little at his phone, pleased. The crew greets you and you giggle on the other side of the line.

"We met in a business context first and became friends later. I used to think he was a scary guy but he's really not at all," You pause between sentences. Katsuki feels his stomach flip, smile widening "Mm... falling in love? It wasn't very grand. I think some time in-between I thought that he was a person I'd like to be with. Kinda boring right?"

"It's not boring." He insists. You giggle.

"I'm glad you don't think so. Anyway, it's not a very romantic story. I think if anyone got to know him like I did, they'd also fall in love."

A bunch of aww's sound. Katsuki flushes.

"You're an idiot." He spits. You laugh.

"He's prickly but he's a good person. I hope people are willing to look past him a little and see that."

Katsuki feels his heart give in, emotions rampant.

"You're too sappy for your own good." He says, no malice in his voice.

"Uh-huh. I love you too. Was that good enough?"

"You did good. I'll see you at home."

"See you at home, Kat. Bye everyone!"

Everyone sounds off on a bye and Katsuki hesitates as he clicks the phone off. He rubs the back of his neck, feeling awkward.

"That good enough for you?"

The director shoots him a grin.

"Perfect."

[hoodhookage]

Congrats on 200+!!!! Ive only just seen your page and i am instantly in love with your writing 😢😢🙏 feel free to ignore this but could you do a scenario about xiao giving is super shy fem s/o oral for the first time. Just some fluffy reassurance is all that we need. If you dont feel comfortable tho i completely understand. Hope you have a fantastic rest of your day 🤗🤗

thank you so much💗 I COULD NEVER PASS UP THIS SORT OF OPPORTUNITY! i’m so grateful you wanted me to even attempt to try this out for you<3 i hope it’s not too long & that i met your expectations!! here’s xiao eating out his so for the first time

xiao let’s his fingers run through your hair, gentle eyes focused on you as you lay beside him fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie. you close your eyes when he lifts his hand now to your jaw, stroking your cheek. his touch is soft, instinctively allowing yourself to melt into his caress. xiao is many things; he’s everything you want him to be. he’s willing to make you happy and comfortable, going far lengths to achieve it.

he’s understanding and caring, in the sense that he’s always keeping an eye on you to make sure you’re never in any sort of discomfort. xiao is loving. physical or not, you always feel so appreciated by him. he does little things to make you happy, you remember how he likes to squeeze your thumb with his when you hold his hand. you both have come so far with one another, growing with every passing day.

xiao loves you in every way imaginable, getting frustrated with himself when he can’t truly show you what you mean to him when his words alone fail him. he wants you to be happy, to tell you he values your company, just being able to be with you. he appreciates you and wants to be able to take care of you the way you do for him, feeling as if he’s entirely at your mercy for the way you’ve patched that sense of longing he once felt on his own. all of that now washed away completely when you’ve brought yourself into the picture.

his presence alone makes you feel so jittery, no matter how serene or still the atmosphere may be. he’s gentle, and warm…so warm you sometimes feel as if you’re burning up at his touch, no matter how light it is. you find yourself drawn quiet even while with xiao next to you, letting your mind entertain frivolous possibilities revolving the both of you. what he makes you feel is a mix of apprehensiveness and exhilaration, just with his face leaning in to your forehead close to place a kiss.

the faint breeze from the window lingers inside and you welcome it with a deep inhale, letting it bring you back to your place between xiao and his bed. your exhale quickly allows itself to take over you, shuddering in reaction to the coolness continuously hitting your skin all over. xiao rests his lips against your forehead, another small and delicate show of affection. “you’re getting cold” responding with a sigh to how he acknowledges your change in body temperature before turning over to face him and let your chest rest against his.

even the air xiao expires so softly across you from the closeness of the both of you is warm. his chest is warm, the arms that keep you close are warm, he’s already letting you get lost in this feeling of heat he provides you with. “xiao” your face is in his shoulder when you call him, snuggling closer. he whispers your name back and begins to hold you closer “what is it?”

you try to conceal the small shake in your voice. “you make me feel really, really, warm when we’re like this”

you mumble, already wanting to hide the show of emotions he makes you feel inside so unexpectedly just from the call of your name. you breathe in, smelling xiao and his clothes as one together. “are you saying that like it’s a good thing?” he rubs delicate circles on your back, holding you with care. you nod and push your face closer into his chest almost like a final attempt to breathe him in again, he overwhelms your physical senses this way.

he pulls you back, a stern look on his face as you look up at him. “you’re nearly freezing” xiao rolls his eyes, a small smile forming on his lips as he brings his hand to your jaw to give you a small kiss. he breaks it but stays just inches away from your lips, giving you a teasing remark when you just stare at his mouth. xiao does a lot of things to you…and right now, whatever it is he’s doing to you to make you feel like this, it has you hot all over again:

this burning sensation reaching all the way into your chest and stomach, impossible to avoid. he takes you close and into another kiss as you pout, this time longer than the first. you close your eyes and let him take charge, your cheeks beginning to feel that same sensation that spread through your body when he slowly slides his tongue inside. you cup his face, gasping when he gives you a playful bite to your bottom lip before tugging on it.

“i can’t stand it when you lie to me, here” he begins to remove his arms from the sleeves and slides his hoodie off from above, his shirt getting caught with it momentarily. it’s hard to look away when you can see the bare skin of his abdomen, making you grow a little desperate for his touch. xiao motions for you to lift your arms up and you do as he asks, putting your head through to now properly wear it.

you turn your head to the side and look down at your hands, “thanks” all of these different kinds of warmths feel good when they’re from xiao. you start to wonder if he’s ever experienced this same kind of feeling. you both have that look in your eyes that tells the other you want more, stuck as if there’s no possible way to convey it aloud. all those thoughts leave your mind as soon as he pulls you in for another kiss.

you tremble into his mouth when his hand rests at your hip, giving an experimental grab as you pant and try to kiss him back just as needfully. “xiao, i think what i meant to say, from before. it was just-“ you interrupt the silence but he shushes you. “you’re alright,” he gives you a tiny kiss at your bottom lip. you think you understand now, “…you want me to take care of you, i can do that for you” stopping between sentences to give you more, this time across your face and jaw. “-but will you let me?”

he does experience that same feeling, your heart is beating twice as fast. “please”

xiao treats you with the same amount of gentleness as always, starting by taking a pillow from under his head and propping it beneath your lower back. he looks at you, “i want to try something for you- and i as well” his hand moving to lace yours. “i’ll always ask this of you, do you trust me?” you nod and let out a shaky yes. he begins after hearing your approval “alright, show me exactly where you want me the most”

you feel your body quiver as he trails his hand across your stomach, your fingers guiding his palm. you feel embarrassed when you have to stop, recollecting yourself as he looks at you. “you pleaded for me to take good care of you. i promise i want nothing more than to be able to” he reassures you. you continue until you reach your abdomen, xiao’s hand slides down a little further on his own now. “good” he sighs, getting worked up himself.

“ remove this for me” he murmurs referring to your clothes, tone still sweet when speaking with you. you start with the bottoms, pulling them down off your legs. you keep your panties on, knowing xiao will be happy to do the honours of stripping those off you himself. you hold onto the hoodie “xiao, i want to keep this on” you whisper. he would never deny you anything, but hearing you ask to keep something of his on during a moment like this has his chest swell with pride.

xiao’s hand rests at the hem of your panties, letting his middle and ring finger stretch out just a little further onto the material that starts to dampen the farther you reach. “to think you would want to let me leave you in this state” he almost whispers to himself. he lets his hand dip into your underwear, his fingers immediately met with how wet you’ve become. “your body knows exactly who it’s with right now and i can already tell” he marvels in the little to no friction his finger tips experience as he slides hands over your cunt.

“close your eyes, just let me” he strokes your hair again as he lets his finger trail around your entrance. you gasp at the feeling but it’s slow, allowing you to await and prepare for the feeling of when he enters. the push is perfect, your soaking cunt pulls his finger in with no resistance. he praises you again for how you take it, letting you relax under his touch once more. xiao pulls his finger out back to your entrance, rubbing at your clit with two of them. the contact making you squirm as he lifts his hand.

he brings his finger up to both of you before opening his mouth to clean it off. he can’t help himself when it comes to you, always wanting a little more. you feel yourself pool even harder between your legs at his action. he holds his finger out to you, “would you want to try yourself?” opening your mouth to meet him. you can still taste yourself on that finger, it’s tarte even after xiao had licked most of it off.

“do you still want to follow through with what i had in mind this time for us” he rasps. he’s only ever fingered you, and the thought of letting him try whatever it is he wanted to right now makes you feel weak. your knees instinctively press together as he waits for your answer, “you want to go…further?” your voice is unsure but still with excitement in your tone. he wants to go as far as you’ll let him, indulge you in whatever it is you want from him right now. but he has to start slow, somewhere. it’s progress.

he wants to ask again to reassure you but you’re past that, kissing him as you’re caught in a tiny adrenaline run he’s been unaware he was fuelling this whole time. all this time he’s been feeding into the fire, but this was a tiny bit of gasoline, and it’s beginning to spread. you know it’ll wear down once he begins again but you want to ride it out as long as possible.

he’s always happy when you are, but now was your turn to embarrass xiao, catching him off guard. “can we?” you try to sit up but he keeps you in place, laying you down. “as long as you want this as much as i do” he gets up from beside you, knees against yours as he holds your thighs. his hands look so much bigger from where he’s moved now, you give him another nod and he holds your panties to finally remove them.

you’re back in your original place; being naked from the bottom down right infront of xiao makes you feel unnerved. you let him slowly spread your legs as he continues to hold eye contact with you to keep you calm. he looks more enamoured by your cunt now than ever, situating himself so that his face is right above your clit, arms weighted on your thighs.

his hands come to lock yours on your sides as his you feel his hot breath, making you clench on the air. “relax, close your eyes if you need to, but i’m right here…exactly where you need me” you let your eyes close before your lips part at the feeling of xiao’s tongue swipe across you. it makes you shiver, his tongue feels long and warm, almost a bit pointy. wet like the rest of his mouth, you’re already gasping again at the feeling.

you bring your head up to look at him, xiao has his tongue running along your folds ever so slowly, eyes never leaving yours. you let the back of your head hit the pillows again as you let out a cry, his tongue is hot when it circles around your entrance. you pull the hoodie up on you in an attempt to hold your thoughts together, only to breathe in and be reminded of who’s conquering every piece of your mind, xiao. you grip his hands a little tighter while you buck into his mouth.

allowing yourself to succumb to him has you thrashing when he sucks on your clit. how he prods his tongue towards your hole to make you squirm. xiao is slowly beginning to devour you; lapping, licking, sucking, darting his tongue onto you. he lets go of one of your hands and lets a finger slide in, “i know what your body can handle, and right now it’s beginning to ask for more. i promise to only give what i know you can take” focusing his concentration and movements back on your clit.

cries and whimpers of his name fill and go beyond his room, letting yourself continue to get lost in the pleasure xiao is bringing you so intensely. the curling of his finger now turning into pumping, his mouth never leaving your messy cunt. “good, it’s really good xiao” you whine, gripping his hair as he moans into you. “i cant-“ you thrash at the feeling of him pull at your clit. “you’re perfect like this right now, finally experiencing the sort of pleasure you always bring me” he leans back down, rocking you against his mouth.

every single shock he manages to send through you has you enjoying it more than the last. it feels good, how he constantly lets you know he’ll give you what’s good for you within your limits. you feel your body course with the kind of build up that has you struggling to stay still, the kind xiao knows how to give you regularly just in other ways. this one is far more intense than the last.

you let out a broken moan of his name, trying to find the words to tell him. you properly call out his name and he looks up at you, both his hair and mouth messy from how you held onto him. “i’m going to cum” you squeak, feeling his fingers rub your gspot. your body cant hang on any longer, as if you’re on the edge. “cum for me, right here against me. i’ve got you” you shake your head furiously.

your back arches off the bed and against xiao, whos still giving you every kind of sensation imaginable and all at once. he feels you squeeze his fingers, convulsing against his mouth.

your back hits the bed as your legs still shake around his head, in complete shock at what he was able to bring you. he can feel you still pulse against his mouth and he slowly pulls off. you both stay still as he lets you calm down. he stares at you in awe, panting from his actions.

he moves back to his side on the bed and embraces you, feeling your body go limp against his. his chin rests on the top of your head as he pulls you into the covers properly. you let his forehead lean onto yours as you move away and cup his cheek, catching xiao shyly turn his gaze away.

you’re right. xiao loves you in every way imaginable, willing to go far lengths to prove it.

frustrated when even he himself has trouble to explain how he feels in just words.

a feeling that he can only describe as gentle and warm…warm enough to feel as if he’s burning up at your touch. no matter how light.

just like he does to you.

[actualbird]

Hi, I'm the anon who asked about the new Looming Nightmare card! I saw the content warnings, and I was like, oh it's this kind of story.

While I like my share of whump, I think I'll skip the card since it doesn't really tie into much of their actual relationship from the looks of it, but if you're willing to give a rundown of the story, I do enjoy reading your analyses. If you wouldn't mind, of course.

Thanks!

hi anon!! and....yep.....Looming Nightmare is.....That Kind Of Story JHVSKJHF

and same same, i LOVE whump but this card is just really....

well, i'll answer ur question with a more detailed summary of what happens in the card as well as some of my thoughts below the read more!!

do not proceed if u dont wanna be spoiled!! for general content warnings of the card, check out this previous ask i answered

now...

this summary will be a bit rudimentary and might leave out some tinier details since i watched the card like, almost an entire year ago. but heres what happens

the story starts in a fantasy setting au kinda thing and luke talks to some travelers in the woods. he's looking for mc, his lover, who had gone missing

luke and mc grew up together and started a relationship eventually, but then luke was conscripted into the army as a knight for a few years. during this period, mc sent him many letters but he was not allowed to reply. before he left, he promised mc he'd come back the moment he could, but when he did come back, she was no longer at their home

luke learns from the travelers that theres this big terrible dragon somewhere just destroying villages and kidnapping young women (? i think?? again, not very sure about the details) and luke thinks this dragon had taken mc from their home

so he journeys to the castle where the dragon is currently residing at and then takes shelter first at a nearby cottage. there, he meets a faceless NPC fortune teller and it's revealed hes met her once, before he started his journey looking for mc. back then, the fortune-teller told luke that the price of his journey could be Everything he is, or something along those lines. in spite of that, he still went

now, the fortune-teller tells him that the dragon will be weakened during the solar eclipse which will happen soon. at that moment, it will be the best time to kill the dragon. she also mentions that the dragon has this treasure box of stuff in that castle and thats the thing the dragon values most

anyhoo, luke goes to the dragon and---after a long and dangerous battle where he himself got injured a whole lot, im p sure at some point he was sure he was gonna die but he kept on going for mc---he landed a fatal blow on it. he then goes to the castle, searching for mc

and there he finds nobody at all but he does find the treasure chest and inside, he finds a mirror. in the mirror, he sees mc and her life after he left. due to the fact that luke could not reply to any of her letters, she thought he had died and left her village to go look for him and she grew more and more hopeless as the years went by. the mirror then shows mc picking up the mirror itself, crying, and when her tears hit the mirror, she was transformed into the dragon

the dragon that luke just killed

luke rushes out of the castle and the dragon had transformed back into mc. and shes quite dead, sporting the same wounds luke had inflicted on the dragon earlier

and just when ya thought it couldnt get worse!!!

the fortune-teller from earlier returns and tells luke that she can revive mc, but the price is his own life AND all of mc's memories of him. she will live but never even know he existed

luke, of course, takes this deal. and then he kills himself

and then over these two dead bodies, the fortune-teller reveals herself to be a witch! and doesnt revive either of them

THE END

BUT WAIT

it was all just a dream

mc wakes up and shes back in the canon setting, shes in luke's place and she had fallen asleep and had that Entire Terrible Nightmare. luke asks her if she had a nightmare, and she says yes, so he sings to her to comfort her

THE END (REPRISE)

so! thats what happens in looming nightmare generally!! of course, theres a whole bunch of other details i probably missed/forgot, but yeah

and as to why i didnt rlly enjoy it....

OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER THAT EVERYTHING FROM HERE ON OUT IS MY OWN OPINIONS

see, the first time i watched it i actually thought it was okay. like, it fucking ripped my heart out yeah, but it was an Okay Story. but then the longer i let the story sit in my brain i realized that....no actually the entire story is hinged only upon misery that doesnt serve a narrative purpose.

like, i LOVE whump!! i LOVE stories where luke goes through hell, but not solely because hes going through hell. i love it cuz the conflict, hardship, and pain either adds something to his character, adds to the dynamic hes got with characters around him, lets us know something new about him or others, or maybe the hurt leads to comfort and then that comfort lets us learn more about the luke's vulnerability, emotions etc etc.

basically, i love (and to a certain degree, expect) angst in a story to actually serve a purpose. i want the Hurt to actually do something other than just Hurt. cuz if it just hurts, im like.....what was the point?

this is especially pronounced in this story cuz the story isnt even "real". it was all a dream, a dream that mc didnt even get to discuss with luke. i would have been extremely interested and wouldve had a better view of this card if it involved a scene where mc talks about her nightmare. that discussion could tackle so much: mc's intuitive knowledge that luke would go too far if it meant she would be safe, mc's own abandonment issues surfacing in the nightmare's plot, etc

but...that didnt happen. what we did get was luke singing which, i'll admit, is adorable

but adorable isnt enough to save a story that didnt rlly have a point jahvfjkahsvfkjashfa

[iwadori]

Why you break up with the haikyu boys part 2 (Osamu, Iwaizumi, Daichi, Ushijima.)

Part 1 (Atsumu, Oikawa, Kageyama, Kenma, Akaashi, Sugawara)

Genre: angst

masterlist

Osamu: “For fuck sake Y/N, don’t deny it I know that you...”

You and Osamu were basically arranged to be together, you were best friends from when you were little and your parents thought you were a match made in heaven.

Did you love Osamu? Of course, you pretty much worshipped the ground he walked on.

But there was always a strange look he gave you whenever he mentioned his brother. You never really focused on it, but that was something you took note of.

When you came back home, after a long day of work. You see Osamu sitting in the kitchen alone, with some paper in front of him and a drink in his hand.

“‘Samu Babe!” You exclaim sauntering over to him “How are yo-“

“Don’t.” He said simply, taking a sipping some of his drink (to which you could only assume was some form of hard liquor.)

“Why ‘Samu, what’s wro-“

“You bought tickets to his game.”

“Who’s game?”

“Don’t play dumb with me Y/N, you bought tickets to my idiot of a brothers game in an attempt to slut around under my nose..”

“Samu, that’s not what it was I-“

“I don’t want to hear it Y/N!” He yelled slamming his drink down making you flinch.

“Gosh Samu whats wrong with you. I know that I had a teeny crush on Atsumu when we were kids but it was just a childhood crush. An innocent childhood crush.”

“For fuck sake Y/N, don’t deny it I know yo-“

“You know what? That I’ve spent majority of my life, trying to ease your own insecurities and jealousy of your own goddamn brother. How childish can you be Osamu ?”

Osamu eyes opened a bit in realisation, and his lips slightly parted. “But Y/N, you-“

“I what? Brought us tickets to your TWIN brothers final volleyball game, because I wanted him to see the support from his family and friends.”

“I’m sorry Y/N I really a-“

“Don’t.” you say picking up the tickets and turning around “I just thought maybe, just maybe for at least a day you could put your weird feelings towards your brother aside... but I guess you can’t.”

You left the apartment, and got your stuff another day (one where you knew Osamu was at work.)

No you did not end up dating Atsumu, you were most certainly friends and only friends. You did end up going to the game on your own, to cheer on Atsumu who most definitely appreciated it.

You thought you saw a certain Miya twins sitting in the stands at of the game, hiding his face with a baseball cap. Which made you smile a bit...

Well at least he ended up coming to the game.

Iwaizumi: “I just don’t want you Y/N, I never did”

In your second year of Seijoh Highschool, you were approached by a rough looking boy who had a ‘resting bitch face,’ and looked like they were coming to pick a fight with you.

But no, it was just “Iwaizumi Hajime.”

He was very popular throughout your school, as he was vice captain of the schools volleyball team and he was Oikawa Toorus best friend.

So when he approached you that Friday afternoon at your locker, you definitely didn’t know why.

“Y/N..” he said nervously scratching the back of his neck “umm this is for you..”

In his hands was a bar of chocolate and a scrunched up note that read

AN: DID I WRITE THAT NOTE MYSELF, yes yes I did anyways...

You were very surprised at this sudden confession as you and Iwaizumi weren’t in the same social circles and you were definitely not the type of girl that would be on his ‘radar.’

You had a quite unsettling feeling, which made you subconsciously squint your eyes at him. But they soon soften as you saw the nervousness that Iwaizumi was showcasing to you as you were contemplating on you answer.

You got out a pen, shaking the unsettling feeling you had out of your head. And ticked the box “Yes” giving it back to Iwaizumi.

He smiled widely and rushed towards you in an attempts in giving you a hug which went awkwardly wrong leaving you both laughing.

Dating Hajime, wasn’t bad nor good... it’s just what you wouldn’t expect it to be.

There wasn’t much of a change to what your usual school routine was which consisted of: going to lessons and spending break and lunch on your own reading a book.

And technically you were still doing that, but you were now just always with Hajime. Wether it was at lunch or at practice (which he always insisted you go to, also hinting that he would like for you to bring him bentos to practice.) which you did end up doing.

One day, whilst doing your daily “bento delivery,” to your boyfriend, you overhear him talking to his friends; Matsukawa and Hanamaki.

“God I can’t stand her, always running behind me like a lost puppy giving me bentos that I didn’t even fucking as for” he complained, making you gasp.

“Really?” Exclaimed Hanamaki “I know you said she confessed to you one time, but I didn’t know it was that bad?”

“Yeah she’s a stalking bitch, it’s getting annoying.”

“Gosh it’s seems someones getting a taste of the ‘Oikawa Experience’” Matsun said making them all laugh.

You entered the room, furious. “What the fuck Hajime?”

“Woah woah woah, it’s seems your stalkers about iwa, we’ll leave you too it” said Hanamaki, with Matsun following behind him as they leave.

“What do they mean I’m a stalker?”

“Well aren’t you?” He responded with a smirk

“Gosh y/n you’ve been following me about for a while now, dont you think it’s time to stop”

“Bu-But you confessed, with your note and w-“

“Are you sure about that Y/N, cause I don’t really recall ...?”

“Hajime don’t lie, we were dating.. we ARE DATING.”

“Okay Y/N let me fill you in on a little secret,” he said leaning down next to your ear “I don’t want you Y/N, I never did.”

“ but why m-“

“Why you? Because nobody knows Y/N L/N and nobody cares, I can tarnish your name and nobody will give a shit.. and that’s why your an easy target” he said still smiling “ I just wanted to rub it into Shittykawas face that I had my own little “fan club”

You were stunned, frozen in shock as Iwaizumi walks past you to leave the gym, making sure to grab the bento you made him.

“Thanks again for the help, I’m definitely going to miss these bentos!”

You should have listened to your gut feeling from before.

Daichi: “you’re just not marriage material”

Daichi was “the perfect guy,” he was nice to strangers and was helpful to the community and just an all round great guy.

So it was a massive question as to why he went for you, since you were definitely not the girl for Daichi.

“I don’t care what anyone says, your the perfect girl for me” was what he always said.

Even though those statements went out the window whenever his mother got involved.

Daichi’s mum was a strict traditional woman, who believed in family values that went back thousands of years ago.

And she most certainly didn’t like you.

She wanted you to be Daichi’s doting wife, who cooked and cleaned for him. Whilst he works and was the breadwinner of the house.

Although you found no problem with the women that did do this, but this was not for you.

When it comes to meet ups with you, Daichi and his mother. He never told her to stop when it came to the rude comments she made about you, or the times she suggested Daichi go for a more “prim and proper” girl named “Misaki Ayuzawa.”

After the meetings, when his mother was gone, he always tried to reassure that she was wrong and her words didn’t matter.

But you knew they did, that daichi was actually considering some of the things she said about you wether they were true or not.

The tension in your household was strong, since you barely talked to each other anymore. But you had hope for better things...

Until one day, you get a message from Daichi’s mother saying. “It seems Daichi made the right choice, as we all know ‘Mother Knows best.’” With a video attached of Daichi proposing to the one and only “Mikasa Ayuzawa” surrounded by all their high class business friends.

When Daichi got home he yelled, “Y/N, where are you I was at this business party at this fancy restaurant and I got some nice things for you to try!”

“Business party?” You say rolling your eyes “Or Engagement party.”

The shocked look on his face made you smile, as you both knew now that he was caught.

“Fuck you daichi! Why would you do this without even tell me !” You yelled, tearing up a bit.

“Y/N, it wasn’t meant to go down like that it was just I was talking to my mu-“

“Fuck your mum! And you!”

“I’m sorry Y/N you’re just not marriage material an-“

“I don’t care what you’ve got to say, you’ve done it and it’s over with”you said leaving.

“I’ll come back to get my stuff later,” you say “oh and congratulations on the engagement Sawamura-San”

After you said that, Daichi’s heart broke.

He did end up marrying her, and he regretted every day of it. Since she was great and all, but she just wasn’t you...

But he knows now you’re long gone, definitely not going to forgive him for marrying another girl whilst being with him.

Ushijima : stop being so emotional

You and Ushijima were very much opposite In every aspect, and at first it wasn’t really a problem.

Especially since you always excused it as “opposite attracts.”

But recently all you and Ushijima do is argue, left and right always arguing.

You complained about Ushijimas lack of emotion when it came to you, you don’t think he cared about you or about anything.

Whenever you brought up something that was wrong he would reply with “Y/N this is something you need to be acting all upset about.”

And that would definitely upset you even more, you just wanted him to notice you or shout “Y/N I care about you and I love you.”

But Of course he didn’t.

One night he came back late (again) after promising to be home early to have a meal together.

“What’s taken you so long Ushi?” You asked

“I was at practice. I told you this.” He said simply, remaining as stoic as ever.

“But you said- you promised that we can have dinner together.” You said

“ oh well I’m sorry. We can have dinner now if you like.”

“I’m not hungry anymore” you mumbled past him, going to your bedroom.

“Y/N, what’s your problem” he said following after you.

“It’s nothing...”you said tears filling your eyes.

“Okay I’m going to go eat now.” He said leaving you alone in the room going to the kitchen, making you sigh.

After you calm yourself and collect your faults, you go into the kitchen where Ushijima is at the table eating.

“Ushijima, we need to talk.” You said taking a deep breath.

“Okay.”

“We should break up.”

“Okay.”

“Is that all you have to say?” You say tearing up again.

“Yes, I’ve been thinking that for a while now.” He said bluntly “since Y/N, you’re just too emotional.”

“Oh I see.” You say now full on crying.

Ushijima looks up to see you all teared-eye, and he is kind of suprised because ‘why were you upset.’ He got up and tried to console you, but you flinched away and said “Don’t, just don’t Ushijima.”

“I’m sorry Y/N...”

“Why are you sorry? Do you even know what you’re apologising for?”

“No.”

“Well then, just seems to prove my point further...” you go to leave before saying “thanks for the wonderful time... I guess we just weren’t meant to be.”

AN: can someone appreciate what I did with Iwaizumis....no? Okay 😃 I feel this one way way more angsty then part one but oh well. What did you think.

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[sirenascales]

-> Chuuya with a Black F!Reader who's a bit insecure because of her skin.

@furrypostsoul said: Hello admin, I hope you’re having a good day! So stoked to see a fellow bisexual bsd fan! I would politely like to request a chuuya Drabble with a black fem bisexual reader where she thought that chuuya wouldnt be interested in her romantically cause of y’know, her skin. If you could also add in scenarios where she was racially harassed in public (pls dont write this is ur not comfortable, I understand if you don’t! it’s something I want people to be aware about)

note: ahhh thank you so much for your request! i immediately had an idea as soon as I saw it and I believe I came up with a good one, especially after asking some of my pals for advice on how to tackle it! Hope you like it!

warnings: colorism, mentions of racial fetishization, microaggresion, and racism [not from Chuuya] insecure reader, angst to fluff i promise,

"I still don't understand why it takes so long to do your hair... aren't you just getting braids?" The confused look on Chuuya's face was honestly super cute and hilarious and you couldn't help but laugh behind your hand.

"That's just the way it is, man. That's why I said we can go out on Saturday. I can't on Friday since I'll be strapped to the chair."

"Man, whatever," Chuuya huffed and you rolled your eyes at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Don't whatever me. Just suck it up!"

You shook your head, the hustle and bustle of the shopping district around you fading as you looked to your companion. Red hair, blue eyes, fancy clothes and a dumb hat; Chuuya was honestly too handsome, too damn fine. The scowl on his face was cute and you resisted the urge to pinch his cheeks. You knew he would literally kill you for that, and you valued your life.

You and Chuuya were in that talking stage and finally decided to go out on your first official date on Saturday. Besides his... occupation, you found yourself very much liking the man. Not just for his looks, but his fiery personality made him interesting, the way he carried himself. He was great and you were so into him.

You hoped he felt the same way. He had to, he agreed to the date in the first place! And how could he not? You were a sight, rich brown skin and he sorta, kinda, absolutely loved the cute afro puffs you had on your head. You were beautiful, a bright spirit with a bit of an edge that Chuuya definitely liked.

After talking some more, Chuuya had to go off to do his own thing, and after sharing a very tight hug, you waved him farewell, promising to see him on Saturday for your first date.

You couldn't help the huge, happy grin on your face, giddy as you made your way over to a nearby bench, sitting next to an older woman. You paid her no mind, grabbing your phone to text your friend as you giggled to yourself.

"Was that your boyfriend?" the woman suddenly inquired and you blinked at her in surprise. Then, your face started to heat up and you laughed lightly.

"Well, not yet. We're just dating."

"Ah..." the woman trailed off and you didn't like the tone of her voice. Suddenly feeling awkward, you turned back to your phone.

"I don't mean to be rude," the woman started and you couldn't help the sense of dread you felt. Here we go again. "But you should be careful, dear. You're a beautiful woman but... Japanese men don't really like dark skin. Not unless they are with you for... ulterior motives."

Even if you were already expecting some foolishness, the woman's words still stunned you, striking you to your core as you gave her a look that exceeded shock. You were appalled, your chest tightening in anger and hurt. You took in a slow deep breath, your fists clenching tightly. Your body had gone numb, and you tried your best to keep it cool. You couldn't make a scene.

"Wow," you laughed softly, shaking your head as you stood up. You didn't pay that stupid bitch any mind, storming away, your anger just boiling.

Not only did that woman ruin your entire day, she honestly ruined your entire week. The anger had soon subsided and you were left with the insecurities you tried to push down, especially when it came to Chuuya. Your mind ran at one hundred miles per hour, overthinking as the cruel words lingered in your mind.

Was Chuuya another one? Like your last relationship, were you just a sexual conquest for someone just wanting to try having sex with a Black girl? That was what your ex-girlfriend did to you, so was this just the same? Did he even like you?

No. Chuuya wouldn't do that.

Even so, you canceled your date with him as you sat in the stylist's chair on Friday, eyes burning with tears. You didn't want to experience that again, so you figured you give it all up before you get hurt again. Or even worse.

After spending day getting your hair done, you gotten a quick bite to eat before heading home, feeling completely dejected. Your hair looked amazing, long box braids swaying as you trudged along. But Chuuya didn't answer your text at all, and that honestly made you feel even more like shit. Did he not care at all?

You sighed deeply, coming up on your apartment, stopping when you saw a very familiar red motorcycle parked along the sidewalk. Your heart skipped a beat when you spotted Chuuya leaning against his bike, and when he finally noticed you, your heart dropped when he yelled your name.

"Oi!" he hollered, stomping over to you angrily. "What the hell do you mean our date is canceled?!"

"I-" you were at a loss for words. "Why are you here?"

"I was waiting for you! I didn't know where you were getting your hair done so I just stood here."

"Th-the whole day?! Chuuya!"

"I mean, I went and got food and stuff but-"

"That's not the point!" you interrupted. "Why would you even bother?"

Chuuya scoffed. "Are you serious? You suddenly cancel our date and you expect me not to worry about you?" As he finished talking, Chuuya is shocked to find tears pooling in your eyes, your lips trembling as you hung your head. "H-hey, what the hell happened?"

"You don't just want to fuck me, right?"

Now Chuuya was at a loss for words, his jaw hanging open as he registered your ridiculous words. You spoke again, telling him about the things that woman said to you earlier that week, as well as the horrible experience you had with your ex-girlfriend.

"... I tried not to think too much about it but... I'm used to comments about my skin and race, I mean, hello! I'm Black, but... " you trailed off, lifting your hands up to wipe your tears away. Chuuya beat you to it, and you stared at him with teary eyes as he gently wiped your tears away.

"I'm not your ex-girlfriend." Chuuya was firm as he spoke. "And that old hag needs to mind her own fucking business. I fucking like you. Not because of some weird sexual thing, I actually fucking like you. The whole you. You're beautiful and smart, you keep me on my toes. And yes, your skin and hair are amazing, I love them, but those are only parts of you that I find amazing. I'm not giving you my love and attention because I want something from you, I'm giving it because you deserve it. And I want to be the one who gives it to you."

You didn't know what to say, what to do. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears, your mouth going dry. Still, after a moment you just end up punching Chuuya lightly on his chest, choking out a laugh while you cried.

"Shut up... all that sappy shit..."

Chuuya scoffed, lowkey offended. "Excuse me? I basically just confessed to you."

"Yeah..." you sniffed, looking and giving the man a watery smile. "You did. I..." Lips trembling again, you took a step forward and Chuuya wasted no time in pulling you in for a hug.

"And you better accept me or else I will kick your ass," Chuuya said, pressing his face against your hair. "You smell nice..."

"Hm."

"And you're perfect. Worth more than an experimental fuck and the words of some old bitch." There was a bite to Chuuya's words, and that made you feel so much better.

"I'm sorry for doubting you..." you whispered and Chuuya shook his head, pulling away from the hug.

"Don't be. I understand, I promise."

You smiled widely, face getting hot as he gently cupped your cheek. "Are you sure?"

Chuuya rolled his eyes. "Fine, you can make it up to me by un-cancelling our date. Let me show you off."

You giggled softly, hugging him again. "Okay. That's fair."

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[crownprincey]

Internal Torment (part 1)

Alternative universe : canon divergence, time-line : before himawari & kawaki going to academy arc.

for : @paradise-skyojj45

Boruto and naruto, boruto and momoshiki.

The nightmares.

"you arent my god" boruto remembered telling the demon that lies beneath him last night.

Momoshiki just smiled "pulling up the big words huh?" he taunted. White eyes staring at him as if he was a toy, an object to play with. And maybe he was. But boruto would rather die then be a demon's plaything.

Boruto last night was in a dream world. Momoshiki smiling widely at him from a distance. Momoshiki didnt move only looked down on him, as irritating as it was. It was also unnerving.

Boruto remembered sweating even if he was in a dream world. His lips were flattened for the most part. He doesnt remember either of them speaking much.

After a while he woke up. Tired. He felt exhausted. He decided not to tell anyone. Why would he? Nothing of value happened. Just like he didnt tell them about momoshiki's warning about his upcoming doom. He will stay silent about this dream.

Plus whatever had happened in the dream was blurry. So it wasn't exactly a big deal.

"you look tired..." hinata mumbled as she looked at her first born in the morning. Boruto answered with a yawn followed by a small "ye"

"do you mean yes?" naruto asked aloud. To loud for boruto's liking. Boruto realized that the whole family was at the breakfast table. Half of their food already finished. Did he oversleep?

Boruto only hmm'd at his father. "you were sleeping pretty peacefully. So we decided to not wake you up" hinata said. Boruto nodded. A part of him felt confused on why he felt so exhausted then.

It was as if someone was draining his energy from the inside. Boruto shook his head. Trying to let go of the worry. "so whats for dinner" he asked as loud as he could. Himawari chipped in with " nii-san it is breakfast" boruto blinked and laughed "yea yea!"

Naruto and hinata looked at each other concerned while kawaki just stared at boruto with suspicion.

For the whole day boruto felt tired and zoned out on multiple occasions. He decided it would be best to not go on a mission.

When the night-time came, he jumped onto the bed. Ready for slumber. But instead of restfulness of a dream. He was pulled into the same dreamworld.

Face to face with the demon.

"what are you trying to do exactly??!" boruto screamed out. "i wanna sleep!"

Momoshiki just smiled. "but you are" boruto bite his lips. "no! Sleep is not looking at your stupid face!" momoshiki's smile widened at boruto's statement. "oh. So you dont want to see me.. I can arrange that.." he stated. Eyes filled with sudden darkness that boruto didnt exactly liked.

Boruto woke up again. But this time instead of feeling tired. He was both tired and had a huge headache. It was day-time again.

Boruto entered the kitchen to get a sense of deja vu. They had already finished half of their breakfast. Himawari looked at him and called aloud "nii-san! You are awake!" she sounded delighted. Usually he would match her energy. Usually.

But his headache felt to harsh for him to do so. So he just nodded at her. Hinata looked at him "boruto are you sure you are okay?" thankfully she whispered. Boruto sighed "i am fine mama. Just a little headache."

With that the talk was over. The day continued the same only he felt more tired and had an extreme headache. But he was a shinobi.. He could take all of this.

A shinobi endures pain. He can go through the Exhaustion. He can go through whatever momoshiki is pulling on him.

The day was blurry. His body felt heavy. Just like yesterday. He decided not to go mission again. Sarada thankfully was understanding but she did say he shouldn't take three days off duty in a row so he promised to attend tomorrow.

Boruto dreaded what would happen tomorrow. If his mind state continued like this. He had to stop whatever momoshiki was doing to him.

When night-time arrived. He slowly went to sleep. But strangly, he didnt came face-to-face with the demon.

Boruto was strangly standing on ice. He looked around he found nothing but smoke and white. He then heard a husky whisper. He couldnt exactly make out what the voice was saying.

"hello?" was it momoshiki? "momoshiki where are you basterd!" boruto yelled out.

He still didnt see the demon. He felt confusion flow through inside him. Then suddenly...

He felt a pang of hurt. As if someone was ripping his heart out. A vision of kawaki ripping his heart out came into veiw. The vision faded as fast as it came into veiw.

He felt shock. What was that all about? He touched his chest. There was no way. That would take place. Momoshiki truly was messing with his mind.

There was a numbness that took place where he was supposingly stabbed. He gasped out in pain. As he felt a rough thing hit him on the back of his head. A blurry vision showed him his father hugging his dead body in his arms. speaking to himself in denial.

The vision faded away. Boruto bite his lips. "MOMOSHIKI WHERE ARE YOU!" he yelled out. He needed that damn alien to stop whatever he was doing to him.

He felt a burst of anger and annoyance. To much to handle. He sat down on the ice. Surprisingly.. Feeling the coldness. Then again. He felt the pain..

A minute of sitting turned into an hour an hour turned into two. Then all of a sudden a pinch of Fear hit him. What if momoshiki had taken over his body? and was causing havoc outside? He jumped on his feet at the thought.

He started running around, Searching for anything. ANYTHING that can get him out of this blurry cage. "momoshiki get me out of here! NOW" he screamed out. Nothing. Only white.

His fear was just too intense for him to handle. Panic set in. He was sweating and shaking. He rapped his arms around his body. What if momoshiki kills everyone? What if he hurts himawari? His mother? Dad? Kawaki? Is everyone safe? What if konoha is in danger because he slept?

He started to feel dizzy. He looked around. White, white, white everywhere.

He felt guilty and lonely as he put his face into the palm of his hand. His chest was paining. Everything just felt so instense. He doesnt want to be in this place alone...

All of a sudden he sees a bright light and a ceiling comes into view

He is Awake.

The first thing he does is greet his family. This time he woke up in time. But the agonizing pain of going through all those emotions last night in his dreams leaves him a little numbed.

Boruto purposely tried to not look at kawaki or his father in the eye. Last nights vision being to painful to remember.

Being killed by his brother and seeing his father mourn over his dead body... It felt so.. Real to him. Almost like a future sight..

As he ate his breakfast a dread goes through him. Momoshiki has future sight. He shook the feeling away.

He had promised sarada that he would not skip today. So he and kawaki left the house. Throughout their walk boruto couldnt mutter a word. He just couldnt.

"okay thats it" kawaki mumbled. Boruto finally for the first time this morning looked at kawaki. His grey eyes burning daggers at him. "whats going on?"

"nothing i am just very tired" boruto plainly replied. Kawaki just bit his bottom lips "bullshit. You have been like this for three days" the latter took a step towards the blonde.

Boruto suddenly saw a glimpse of white. Getting a flashback of the vision. The current kawaki got replaced with the kawaki with horns.

He in an instand took a step back. His hand started to shake. Kawaki looked at him surprised. He was expecting boruto to call him a basterd and talk about how he was acting normal. But right now. Boruto was looking at him with nothing but fear.

Boruto felt like his knees transformed himself into jelly. His heart was bouncing inside his chest. As he collapsed onto the floor.

"boru-" kawaki called out, concerned. He has never seen boruto like this never. Boruto only mumbled "dont come near me please..."

"boruto!" both the boys heard a similair voice. Naruto came rushing toward them and saw boruto on the floor shivering. He went into parental form quick and started to comfort boruto.

Boruto bite his lips because of that. Again seeing a white. Remembering his father mourn over his dead body. He felt a rush of dizziness and he finally lost consciousness.

Boruto saw white again. And started to worry. Why was he having such strong reaction to weird dreams? These dreams dont even make sense.

Boruto looked around.

White only white. No colour, just blank. An empty place was making him panic in front of his family members.

How pathetic of him. Boruto scold himself. He cant, he cant make others worry about him like that!

This is just momoshiki's muse. In some moments he would wake up. And everything will go back to normal.

This time instead of waiting for one hour. He had to wait for three hours.

Three hours of waiting. Three hours of white. Three hours of nothingness.

He wouldnt mind seeing momoshiki's face...

Thankfully boruto didn't get any visions.

Boruto woke up. He still felt dizzy and the pain of the previous days headache hit him but he could still function.

He was greeted by his father who looked very concerned. But in the end boruto shrugged off what happened. "i am fine dad! Infact i feel refreashed!!!"

boruto turned back into his normal self. At least, he tried to act normal. He continued the day as his normal cheeky self. Others were concerned still because of what happened but boruto insisted it was nothing.

When night-time came. He felt conflicted about going to sleep. But he deemed the white place as harmless.

He like he expected was greeted with the colour white.

As soon as he entered the place he felt a pang of complex emotions being thrown at him. As he felt vision coming and exsiting his mind. Fast. Too fast. Boruto felt like he was getting a whiplash. All the visions were of konoha getting destroyed.

People dying, Getting their head cut off , burning in flames, some even killing each other. All the visions were horrible.

It kept repeating. Again and again. Again and again.

three hours passed away and the visions finally stopped. Boruto collapsed on the dream worlds floor. As he contacted with the floor.

He woke up again.

This time face to face with non other than momoshiki himself.