#god this got long as hell. ALSO THERE IS MORE? but due to the seperate timelines..... twt/tmblr.......

[thesharktanksdriver]

Oh! When I asked about magical girl! Y/n in Teen Titans (2003 version), I forgot to mention about how she would interact, meet or deal with the Titans’ villains like the HIVE, Slade, Red X, or the Brotherhood of Evil

No prob, I was actually wanting to add a bit about the hive in my first response but didn’t want to make it too long lol. I’m just gonna do the hive and Slade for this since I can’t remember the brotherhood of evil very well and red x would need his own thing lol

Is it any surprise that y/n ends up befriending the light? I mean really? With her track record the light are probably the least Bruce has to worry about. But anyways she would have probably heard about them through the teen titans but kinda didn’t pay them any mind till she ran into them. They at first think she’s a potential “no good goody two shoes” set out to stop their fun until she pulls out a sniper rifle and quite literally blow off the head of a shadowmite on one of their shoulders, effortlessly scaring the crap out of them and also making them quite interested in her.

I’d say she’s find them to be pretty fun, but she’d especially get along with Jinx and surprisingly Mammoth. Y/n is tired and exasperated half the time making her a kinda low energy person who would take to answering their questions as long as they got her bat-burger which leads to some interesting conversations.

“Yeah Robin has been pretty miffed lately cause-“

“Wait so you know Robin?”

“Yeah, both”

“Both???”

“Well you guys are from a seperate dimension right? Well there’s a Robin from my dimension who’s a different Robin from your Robin but still Robin. You can tell them apart cause your Robin is adverse to any real violence while my Robin would try and cut your arm off”

“….your Robin has a sword?!?!?!?”

“Yeah he also used to be an assassin too”

Yeah after that they start to think that they lucked out in the Robin department knowing theirs wasn’t the type to possibly cause real injury. That’s not even to mention when you mention other hero’s in this world or hell even the villains. Cause Jesus, Joker wore his own face after it was cut off?!?!? Or that an end of the world scenario happened just about every year?!?!?

They’re starting to enjoy where they live in comparison to you especially after you explain Shadowmites to them. How you hunt these monstrous creatures by your lonesome (maybe not as much as before since one of the bats typically tags along but still, there are times you go off on your own) and how your the sole thing keeping these things from literally devouring the universe.

But with that comes with you saying something oddly sad that makes them pause

“Hey….if the Shadowmites end up in your world and a magical girl is defending against them? Tell her about me. Tell her that I wish I could have met her myself and that…it’s gonna be hard but to keep going”

Damn…..that’s more depressing than they’d like to admit nor think about.

Her meeting 2003 Slade would be an….odd scenario considering she knows the Slade in her universe. So it’s definitely an awkward meeting when she’s like “yo Slade how’s rose doing” and 2003 Slade is wondering who the fuck she is and how she knows about his daughter.

When y/n learns that this is 2003 Slade though….she definitely tries to avoid him for various reasons. Cause listen, as much as her Slade is an asshole sometimes and has some weird ass morals he doesn’t act like a creep towards literal children. When hearing what he did to Raven she is appalled, she did not think being a hired murderer could get worse before she had heard that.

She does not in the slightest want to be around him

But him on the other hand is interested partially due to the fact he can see she’s skilled and some of the techniques she uses are some of his moves.

Which means that she must have known and trained under her universe’s version of him

When y/n now meets up with her version of Slade she thanks the gods he isn’t the same one from 2003

(Y/n to 2003 Slade be like lol)

[paranormeow7]

this post is late and idk if the hypes died down but i have THOUGHTS on catalyst (SPOILERS AHEAD)

okay alright we'll go scene by scene here sorry if any of these have been debunked or anything THIS IS GONNA BE SUCH INCOMPREHENSIBLE WORD VOMIT SORRY

who was watching that tv and where. i mean im pretty sure it was in mandela or maybe werksha. did they lift the television and mirror destruction act?? and that blank face that showed up. was that six?? also, SAINT GABRIELS CHURCH. OH MY GOD. apparentely no one goes anymore (most likely due to religion being shown to lead to MAD), which makes me wonder why dave even believed "o'brien" when he said he'd had a job there, if the place was pretty much abandoned anyways.

okay next up the hospital scene. oh my godddd. i think maybe the whereabouts of daves eyes will be important later, since they went out of their way to report that they couldnt recover them. and his brain?? can alts like, liquefy your brain now???? what the fuck happened????? maybe we'll get to see. also these nurses. they could be important, maybe, maybe not. also, we also now know that most of mandela's population have migrated to werksha (depsite there also being alt activity there i think), which i believe will be the county we'll be getting to see next.

chat logs with sarah and evelin my favorite girlbosses!!! apparently adam hasn't been talking to anyone for a while (most likely because of the Horrors, maybe since his talk with six) and eve is worried. she already seemed pretty sus about him in vol4, asking him to talk to her, which as far as i know he never did, and especially after she found his TSA results. based on whether or not you think she died in the MCPD station that day, these logs can either take place before or after she paid her visit. Sarah doesn't seem to think anything is wrong, despite it being implied that she hasn't been able to reach him either. either she's lying for whatever reason or she genuinely doesn't really know what's been going on with him. what is her MOTIVE??

TEASER SCENE. this could take place either before or after vol4, but i also believe this could be the "fight" eve was talking about in Jonah's memorial video, where he said some "terrible, awful" things that she "wished he had never told her". she may be afflicted with MAD. it seems that she visited his house at some point and met Preacher ("ADAM WHO IS THAT??"), who may have been using his voice to lure her in. There's been a fuck ton of theories on Preacher and it's connection to Adam, with some people saying it's his overdriven form. Idk how that could work seeing as they seem to be seperate entities, but WHO KNOWS??

WAKE UP THATCHER, I AM YOUR INTUITION. this is the same red text associated with Gabriel, who in vol 4 shared his intentions to kill Thatcher. Was getting him to follow the screams he heard (idk how since he seems to live decently far off from the BPS house) Gabriel's way of attempting to do that?? Also, the return of Gabe telling people to "wake up." Why the hell would Thatcher follow this voice?? just to get away from the alts in his home, or to try and get back a semblance of his old life as a respected lieutenant? Or as some kind of suicide mission, perhaps. (OUGH.)

the next scene. OH DEAR GOD THE NEXT SCENE. ARGHSFHJFS (GOES FERAL). strap in this'll be a long one. This is where Thatcher goes to the house. I noticed how the radio got more and more fucked up the closer he got before it just stopped working, which could be due to alt activity, or i could just be grasping at straws here. He notices the BPS van, which, why would that just be sitting outside the house in plain sight if the BPS are literally wanted by the FBI??? This could be the house they all lived in, or just Adam's house, but when he goes inside it is TRASHED. there is shit just strewn around EVERYWHERE and i may be misremembering but i think thatch steps on broken glass?? anyways he makes his way into the bedroom (which looks to be the same room Eve met Preacher in) and sees Adam sitting beside the bed in a pile of trash (INCLUDING AN EMPTY BOTTLE OF BLEACH that he DRANK, meaning the rest of the trash might be remnants of other attempts), next to a mirror (with a very fucked up reflection, i might add), looking catatonic. This is the guy he's been hunting down for stealing government property and fucking with alternates and BOY has he seen better days.

There is a tape playing called "the fate of the jester", pretty much describing his situation to a T. It describes the loss of humanity to becoming "just a cog in the machine", and no longer being "the hero of the story". Theres a LOT of different interpretations for this, such as him "waking up" and losing himself to his alternate nature, although he's obviously trying to fight it. Throughout the series he was brought up as a very important character, as a tie between the humans and the alternates, even possibly being the "mandela prophet" described at the end of vol4. If he was being set up as such an important character, this may signify the loss of the Mandela's last hope (maybe, idk lol). There's a lot of moments to fall back on in this scene, such as in vol2 when Gabe told him to "wake up" and "don't make me wake the others" (the other kidnapped children turned alternate sleeper agents i believe), the memorial video in vol4 where he screams for something to "please just get the fuck out of my head", the death of his mother in intruder alert, and his talk with Six, which may have been the start of his spiral, and when he began to isolate himself. Anyways, SUSPECT IDENTIFIED there's your FBI wanted tortured blonde man!!

SCREAMING. THE MOST HORRIFIC TORTURED SCREAMING YOUVE EVER HEARD. JUST SO MUCH SCREAMING. Adam still seems pretty much paralyzed though, which could be from a number of things, maybe all the shit he just did to himself, maybe the FUCKING BLEACH?? idk. his eyes also seemed to have turned black (possibly signifying the beginning of overdriven assimilation)?? im still wondering why Gabriel sent Thatcher here, seeing as i dont think he died, like Gabe said he would to Dave. Did he want Adam or possibly Preacher to kill him? Adam can barely even MOVE, let alone kill anyone. Maybe he wanted him to try and kill himself, at the sight of yet another person he couldn’t save (AGAIN, OUGH.) Adam stops screaming for a little bit to BEG FOR SOMEONE TO KILL HIM before going straight back to screaming, which then dies down into tortured sobs (someone save him…). This was confirmed in a patreon discord server I believe. My opinion is that this is a sign that he doesn’t want any of this and that he never had any bad intentions (or at least didn’t have TOO many bad intentions). IDKKKK ive been rambling way too much- AGHHH IM JUST SO INSANE ABT THIS EPISODE IDK HOW TO END THIS LONG ASS POST THANKS FOR READING BYEEE

[mzhydes-funtimes]

With duskmourn coming out and the: SPOILER ALERT:

the main antagonist being the entire plane

SPOILER OVER:

I wonder who would win the antagonist of duskmourn (using an archenemy deck), the phyrexians (using a planechase deck), Nicol bolas (also using an archenemy deck), the eldrazi (you can only use one planechase deck but they would also have planechase stuff), or, just for shits and giggles, the slivers

I personally think the slivers have zero chance to win especially against the eldrazi (plane eaters) and the antagonist of duskmourn, (if you read spoilers, youll know why), with bolas and the phyrexians being a close fight (none of his army is effected by phyresis due to the lazotep) and we're assuming he won war of the spark for this thought experiment same, we're also assuming the phyrexian resistance fell, but bolas would have planeswalker allies bc he would still need all the help he can get, other than that, yknow what imma seperate every battle into a bullet point:

Slivers VS Bolas - slivers might win unless bolas manages to take out the head of the hivemind, or in the case that we're bending time and space, each of the different hiveminds (eg sliver queen and overlord and the first sliver)

Slivers VS Eldrazi - Eldrazi win, full stop. even if the eldrazi take the slivers into more eldrazi, hence making the slivers have all abilities of the eldrazi, they would, at that point basically start killing themselves

Sliver VS Phyrexians - I couldnt tell you, the question comes down to which hive mind is stronger: The Father or Mother of Machines or the Sliver Hivemind

Eldrazi vs Bolas - Eldrazi, bolas has no contingency plan for if the eldrazi invade his plane, theories say his plan was literally just to planeswalk away

Eldrazi vs Phyrexians - if the eldrazi invade Phyrexia at the right time, then the eldrazi win, however if any phyrexian monarch is prepared, the phyrexians can escape, however if they have planeswalkers the phyrexians may be able to defeat the eldrazi, but they'll be back eventually

Bolas vs Phyrexians - if bolas plays his pieces correctly, he may be able to defeat the phyrexians, however if he makes even 1 small mistake, well bolas and his entire army belong to the phyrexians

SPOILERS FOR DUSKMOURN FOR THE REST OF THIS POST:

Valgavoth vs Slivers - I feel like the planewide demon Valvagoth would be able to defeat the slivers if he realized how much of a threat they are early on, however they dont feel fear so he wouldnt have a reason to really interact with them so if he takes to long to act on them the slivers would win, however if he snuffs them out before they multiply valvagoth and duskmourn would win

Valvagoth vs Eldrazi - yeah no eldrazi, full stop, first would come the corruption of duskmourn causing a larger destruction of the plane well before the arrival of the titans, then from that point the pure power of the titans would annihilate the rest of the plane, valgavoth wouldnt have a snowballs chance in hell to defeat a plane eater

Valgavoth vs Bolas - the big problem here is bolas's unfeeling army of eternals and bolas having the power of an oldwalker (according to this thought experiment) and fighting zombies with no feelings, especially GODS (even if we assume bolas was smart and lazoteped the three corrupted gods of the scarab scorpion and locust gods) he would probably just destroy wall after wall and be able to just burn through any and all of valvagoths minions

Finally Valgavoth vs Phyrexia - if the phyrexians ever got to the plane of duskmourn they would pretty much have to complete valvagoth as quickly as possible or risk getting kicked out of the plane, or just leaving enough oil to compleat a few members to futher compleat the plane allowing them to come back and finish the job

[blue-rphub]

Yo, what’s the Steel Ball Run AU like? I’m interested in learning about it, if ya don’t mind?

Also, hi! Hope you’re having a good day today! ^///^

THANK YOU FOR YOUR INTEREST!!! i hope ur having a good day too coin<3 ily mwah!

so most of the AU has been primarily set on twitter (my twt RP accounts are SCARY_MONSTERZ (diego & dio) / DlRTY_DEEDS (valentine) / TOTHESKIIES (shikari, they're an OC)!!), but their accounts have been recently transferred here to set up a sort of a parallel timeline of events!! but ALL information here rings true for BOTH timelines.

i'm writing from late-SBR into post-canon on tumblr, but obviously, if anyone wants to write pre-SBR / early/mid-SBR, i'm always down lol.

anyway actual au info (please note there will be some spoilers!!! also under readmore bcuz this is wordy. i'll be speaking exclusively for the main cast as well as the characters i personally write here.)

ITS SET (mostly) POST-CANON WHERE EVERYONE LIVES-- yes, EVERYONE. none of the main OR side cast have died, however some have retained injuries that still very much effect them in post-canon.

Diego Brando (the original) was the winner of the Steel Ball Run race, and has obtained Manhattan Island as its mayor. consider him the sort of 'main character', as i mostly wrote this AU based HEAVILY around Diego's antics-- he was my first SBR muse!

Valentine is still President, and his wife, Scarlet, has a Stand in this AU. Her Stand is known as Love At First Feel, named after an AC/DC song. her Stand ability allows her intangability, which essentially grants her invulnerability to many attacks (including D4C & The World to an extent! however, she's very unsure how to use it at the moment; its primarily used for its defensive capability).

Also... Lucy Steel has a Stand. the exact details are a little "???" to me atm, but another Lucy writer on Twitter had her Stand basically allow her to turn her own body fluids into objects (somewhat seen in canon iirc, also forgot the handle of said Lucy</3). but the Lucy Steel in this AU, can see and interact with Stands

Johnny, Gyro, H.P, & Diego are friends!!! they were initially forced to work together after the train almost killed Diego, & they worked as a team to attempt to kill Valentine. however, immediately after the race ended, Johnny, Gyro, and H.P returned to Italy. Diego chose not to join them due to his injuries, fearing he may not survive the journey bcuz of them.

Alternate world Diego (known exclusively as Dio in this AU) is also still here. He was tasked with securing the Holy Corpse, but got ahead of himself and chose to attack Johnny whilst they were nearing the end of the race. he ended up losing his leg during this battle (as seen in canon!), and technically didn't finish first as he never crossed the finish line, choosing to take a different route to ensure the Corpse was secured.

as for where Dio's story goes after that, he does continue to work with Valentine for a short while, before he gets written off when Diego is offered his placement as Mayor. said Mayorship is only offered bcuz Valentine very much wants Dio & Diego to try and kill eachother, so neither of them will get in his way again.

and of course, at first, Dio & Diego were very much enemies. but as written on twitter, Dio eventually becomes one of the guardsmen for Diego, & works as a sort of personal hitman. he also takes over as Mayor whenever Diego is unavailable, as most won't know their visual differences.

also my SBR OC does play a role within the early-story & post-canon; Shikari is Valentine's Head of Defense. they are beneath Blackmore- as Blackmore is Valentine's second in command- but they act as a sort of standby whenever Blackmore goes down.

whilst Shikari is indifferent to Diego, they do have a strange fondness for Dio. its thought they sympathise for him; after he recovered from his leg injury & did some work for Valentine before he was fired, they worked together extensively. he was mostly placed with them due to Shikari's very reserved nature & patience.

also Shikari is very aware that Valentine views them as disposable. but due to the nature of their Stand, Take To The Skies, which is an object based stand taking the form of a cape, it does allow D4C to quickly 'generate' another Valentine from them in emergencies.

Additionally, Valentine is EXTREMELY cunning and evil in this AU. moreso than canon. with the Holy Corpse secured, he very much views other human life as entirely disposable, even those who work closely to him. he is REAL fucked up.

thats the majority of it! but yeah idk how many SBR fans i got followin me but this AU is very open to more people joining LMAO rn its just me and @/civillwars (amlite<3) over here!!! more of my SBR AU stuff is on twitter but i havent written there for a while but i do plan on gettin back over there for some stuff.

BUT YEAH any lingering questions... abt any characters or events... i probably have considered it & written it down. most characters have gotten the "they were injured but not killed" treatment, which will effect them in this post-canon AU.

[enbyeddiediaz]

any buddie established relationship headcanons you want to share?

god YES!!

when they first start dating, they're very shy and blushy and so, so in love. every time they make eye contact it's butterflies in both their stomachs, little smiles, but nobody catches on. they just think that's buck and eddie being buck and eddie

they tell Chris first, and they tell him right away, bc they don't ever want to keep secrets from him and Chris is SO. EXCITED. he's seen this coming from the very beginning and now it's official that he's got two dads. buck is gonna spend more time with them, which means more of buck's cooking, more video game time, more help with his hw, more bed time stories, just. more buck. plus buck makes his dad so happy and he likes it when his dad is happy.

after everyone finds out, they tease them relentlessly for being so oblivious for so long and also for being disgustingly cute. they hold hands in the truck on the way to a call, chim goes "damn boys, I didn't realize your hands were fused together" with a smile and buck and eddie both look down and blush but don't let go. they're at a bar, eddie practically sitting in buck's lap and athena goes "hey now, I won't have to arrest you for public indecency will I?" and eddie just rolls his eyes and sits completely in buck's lap and gives her a shit eating grin while buck just looks at him like he's hung on the moon

this has been said before, and I agree. I think they'd wait a while to have sex due to their previous histories with it. Eddie using it with Shannon to avoid things, buck using it in his buck 1.0 days to mimic intimacy. they'd get a couple months into their relationship and then talk about it and decide how to move forward abt it

buck tends to wake up before eddie. he'll spoon eddie for a bit before kissing the back of his neck, getting out of bed and making them both coffee (bc there's a better chance of hell freezing over than eddie using the hildy). buck gets chris's breakfast ready whether it be cereal, pancakes, oatmeal, etc. eddie and chris usually come out around the same time, wearing matching bedhead and grumpy facial expressions. Chris sits at the counter and puts his head in his arms and groans before starting to eat. eddie comes up behind buck and wraps his arms around him and buried his face in buck's shoulder and says "good morning". they take chris to school together.

isabel from the beginning INSISTED buck call her abuela and would teach him some family recipes but now that they're officially together, it's like the flood gates have opened. buck and isabel have a weekly appointment where he'll go over to her house and they'll work on a diaz family recipe (this is also when maddie and eddie watch real housewives and drink together)

their wedding ceremony is small, just them, their firefam, and isabel and pepa, but the receiption is bigger with the 126, the rest of eddie's family, and whatever buckley cousins they can scrounge up. Chris is eddie's best man, maddie is buck's. jee-yun is a flower girl.

on hard days, they check in on each other, make sure it's not too much. and when they get a moment to themselves, wrap each other in their arms and just breathe together.

when they fight (bc every couple has its arguments), they make sure to tell each other that they love the other but that doesn't mean they aren't angry or hurt. they go to seperate rooms in the house, get our of their own heads, and talk about it

when they get hit on on calls, they'll go "actually I have a boyfriend, he's right over there" and point to the other and then just smile so big and with such love that the person hitting on them goes "well, he's a lucky man" and they think to themselves "I'm the lucky one"

[meloswifeyyy]

Relationship Alphabet

A - Attitude

Who often has the worst Attitude ?

Well, you obviously. Most of the time because you are hungry or you and Melo just got out of an argument. Melo usually fucks the attitude out of you anywhere, anytime tho.

B - Baby

Who wants Babies the most - first ?

Melo. He often jokes about having kids or when you are having sex he would whisper in your ear  “You trynna have my babies?” or  “You boutta have my babies ” when he nuts in you. He says that he wants 3 or more. You only want 2. You arent rushing into it.

C - Crying 

Who Cries the most in the relationship ?

You. You often cry alone when you miss Melo when he is at away games for so long. Or when your BP triggers, Melo would comfort you. When watching sad movies, or when someone you love dies. Tears of joys appear here and there. Or when you get into arguments and Melo says something wrong or disrespectful out of madness.

D - Dates 

Who has the best Date spots ?

Melo. He would often take you to fancy restaurants in L.A or Miami, or wherever you guys went. Or take you shopping at an expensive place. He would do dates at home like watching movies, have you cook dinner because he cant cook for shit, or he would have a bath waiting on you. 

E - Eat 

Who Eats the most ?   

You. You know damn well you cant survive without food. Its the 2nd best thing that has ever happened to you besides life and Melo. Cant even survive a night. If you would wake up in the middle of the night and get hungry and go to kitchen and try to sneak some food without waking Melo up, he would hear it and go to the kitchen and scare you, picking you up over his shoulder with one arm, and with the other putting the food away carrying you back to the bed because its a little to early in the morning to be eating. 

F - Freak 

Who is the Freakiest ?  

Both of you. You being the only girl that can fuck Melo like you do, and being the only girl Melo is sexually, physically, and mentally attracted to no other girl can do it like you.10/10 in bed. Now Melo on the other hand is a demon in bed. His strokes, hitting your G - Spot constantly with you feeling it in your guts. His 9 inch is almost  always on hard when he is around you. And his tongue is crazy, going in and out and on the pearl AT THE SAME TIME. Crazy right. Spelling his name out on you. He loves when you scratch his back up or give him hickeys everywhere. 10000/10. Makeup sex is the best. 

G - Games 

Who wins the most games ?  

Melo. He would always dare you to a game of Call of Duty or Fortnite to see who would win first. And he would always win. When you would play a game of Uno you would often win and he would be mad the rest of the day due to his competitiveness. But any other game he would win.

H - Happy

Who is the Happiest in the relationship ?  

Both of you. You are always happy when you guys are around each other. Even when you guys just got done arguing you are still happy that he is in your presence. Melo on the other hand is always happy with you around him, he loves to cuddle with you. Its one of his favorite thing to do. He just loves that you are in his presence. You are his other half.

I - Irreplaceable

Who is the most Irreplaceable ?  

You would say Melo but Melo would say you. Melo knows how to deal with you more than anyone else does. He knows all your spots and what you like and dont like. He notices all of your flaws and sees the good and beautiful in them. He knows your body, mind, and soul. No man has a better or brighter or bigger smile than him. He always brightens the mood. You on the other hand are different. A big beautiful smile. You know how to deal with Melo when he is sad, looses a game. You can tell when he is lying or telling the truth just by looking through his eyes. You know how to make him happy. You are the best he has ever had.

J - Jaded 

Who gets the most Jaded after doing something ?

Melo. He usually gets really bored after sitting in the house all day. He really wants to leave the house and do something fun but usually its night time and you would be taking a nap or would be sleep. 

K - Kisses

Who gives the most kisses?

Melo. He is always so clingy and that comes with all the kisses in the world. He kisses you all over your face in your sleep, even when you are sleep he gives you kisses. He loves to kiss all over your body.

L - Love

Who fell in love the fastest?

Melo. He had always had a crush on you and everyone knew you were the one for him. You just didn’t know it until you two started dating. He’s always making sure you are good. He loves your hugs. He was the first one to say “I love you”. He want kids you to have all 10 of his kids.

M - Motivation

Who gives the most motivation?

You. When melo is going to a game and is not having a good feeling about it you motivate him to push through it and win for you. 9/10 he will win or get a lot of points for you.

N - Night Owl

Who is more of a Night Owl?

Both of you. Sometimes when his ADHD is on 10 you guys stay up and listen to music, play games, go on ig live, or just fuck for 7 hours straight. Sometimes you have to tell him to got to sleep or put him to sleep (😏) because he has a game tomorrow and needs all the rest and energy he can get. It also the same for you.

O - Oral Sex

Who gives Oral Sex the most?

Melo. Trust me, you give him head a lot and it’s amazing, 10/10. But melo loves giving you head. He loves to spell his name out on you. Loves to see the faces to make you scream and shout. Loves sharing your cream with you (🥲). He loves to climb under the blanket while you are sleep for some breakfast in bed. Maybe even dinner. His lips make it even better. So glad he don’t got them white genes in his lips (😋😭).

P - Perfect

Whos perfect?

Obviously, no ones perfect but God (🙏🏾). But in your eyes no one else is better for you except melo. You couldnt imagine living life without him. Cant imagine what anyones elses kids would look like with you but. No relationship is perfect. Melo sees you as perfect. Your body. Your style. Your personality. He absolutely loves your touch. He loves touch but for you loving your touch is an understatement. He couldnt imagine his kids with anyone else but you. Cant imagine getting married with anyone else. When you guys get into arguments and sleep in seperate rooms. You barely get sleep because all you can think about is each other. How perfect you guys are for one another.

Q - Q? (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it.)

R - Relate

What traits do you guys have a like each other?

A lot. Both of your favorite food is Chicken tacos. You both love a good game of Uno. You both love sex. Duhh. Both of you guy’s love language is touch. Love playing fortnite together. Love listening to music and taking drives together. Both love lil uzi (we pretending yall💀). Just in general you guys are very alike.

S - Sex

(No question for this one lol. Y’all already know how we is round hea nahhmeannn😭)

The sex. Omgggg. The first time you and melo had sex was. So amazing. Can’t ever forget that moment. Melo is always so horny. Morning sex is the best. Sometimes a little top at the red light can turn into a few rounds in back of the McDonalds parking lot. Lucky enough all his windows tinted as hell. Or in the Victoria’s Secret fitting rooms. You guys could be listening to Chris Brown and he would really take you down, fuck you back to sleep, switch up the tempo, or make you wet the bed (i’m laughing hard ash). The hickeys. The high sex. Drunk sex (drunnnnkkk in lovvveee). Car sex. Balcony sex. All over the house sex ( i got bars.) Mad sex and Make up sex. I could go on. Sex with me so amazinggggg. (i was listening to this song while writing this one💀😫😫😫)

T - Trips

Who likes taking trips internationally?

Melo. He love to take you and a yearly or even monthly vacay. Just you and him. Turks and Caicos. Bora Bora. Jamaica. Iceland. Japan. Africa. Anywhere where you can get away from the world. The different places. The hotels. Being able to fuck anywhere and everywhere. The pools. The different air. (united states ait is so boring). The new food. The animals. You guys love the new places. He loves to see you happy and with a smile on your face.

U - U (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it.)

V - V (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it again.)

W - Right the Wrongs

Who rights their wrongs after an argument?

Usually it would be you first. If you said something that was out of pocket or melo didnt like you woukd quickly apologize. He would forgive you and still cuddle and kiss you and stuff because thats what he does. Tease you. But he would ignore you until he actually forgave you in his head. Melo would apologize and give you some bomb ass d for and apology. Or make that cute face that you can’t resist.

X - (Can’t find a word for X. Give me a suggestion and i will edit it)

Y - Young

Who acts like a Young ass child?

Both of you actually. That’s what makes you love each other the most. The laughs and jokes, the tv shows, everything you could think of. It’s nothing wrong with it at all. Y’all are always gonna bust a joke out at the right time. Maybe sometimes even the wrong time. (damn, double homicide). You guys love laughing with each other.

Z - ZZZ

Who has the worst sleeping habits?

Probably Melo. If you scooted over him even a little bit, he would probably scoot back closer to you or pull you back over to him. And the only con of that is he snores a lot. (Why this nigga snore with his mouth open?🤨💀). Sometimes if he was awake and you werent he would kiss all over you. He loves to lay on your 🍒.

Y’all welcome. I haven’t pose the one of these in a minute. This took me a whole month and a half. I’m tired as hell. 💀

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the wh*res are fighting 19 (one-shot)

Part 19: THE DATE

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(this, perhaps, can be read seperately, so if you you wanna check it out, but nit the SMAU, then go on 😉)

a/n: Ok, it took me a long time, but I had a lot of uni work and it's also almost 5k words 🙃 Like, I can pull the standard SMAU texts out of my ass in an hour sometimes, but this? Nah-ah, I like writing, but I'm mostly slow. (but I will write out the ending too) Since the format is different, I'm putting content warnings on this (outside of the ones on the matserlist). Again, it's an AU so I will write Touya as bitchy or soft as I please, and I take no criticism for it 💅 (now watch me destroy them after some nice time - if you see this no you don't)

THE SHOT IS UNDER THE CAT

WORDCOUNT: 4878

CONTENT: hero!AU (Dabi/Touya is a hero), OOC, Y/N is awkward at feelings (cringe), lack of safety equipment (sledgehammers), romantic arson (just a bit), cursing, tatted up/pierced Touya, Touya rides motorcycle

I really hope you gonna enjoy it, cause I enjoyed writing it and I think it's alright!

You looked up from your phone to see the place where you were to meet Touya. As a first part of his date plan, he invited you to a small café that looked almost like a bookshop from outside. On the windows hung colorful fairy lights (although turned off, due to it being bright outside) and some handmade paper decorations. It truly was a nice place, but quite an unusual choice, considering it was Touya who chose it; a bit too wholesome perhaps, but who were you to judge.

After making sure that the address you arrived at was the correct one, you stopped under a tree to get some shade from the warm sun rays. You started to look around, seeing people, some of them in a rush, some enjoying the nice weather, while leisurely walking to their mysterious destinations. Unfortunately, one face was oddly familiar. Standing on the opposite side of the road was an ordinary looking man in dark clothing. Looking straight into your eyes, he moved towards the crosswalk and, in a very relaxed manner, directed his steps towards you. 

You tensed up, ready for anything. It wasn't a good omen to see him right there, right now. He was sent there as a warning and it was apparent in his intense gaze and every little calculated move. Also, because you knew how the gods' machine works. 

After barely a few seconds, the unnamed man stopped right in front of you, leaving precisely one and a half meter of space between your bodies. Perfectly straight back, relaxed face features, hands in sight. It didn't seem as though he was there to attack or cause trouble (any bigger than his presence alone already was), but you knew better than to let your guard down. Staring him down, you waited patiently for his words.

“Hello, number Four,” he said with a slight underline of contempt in his voice.

“What do you want?” You looked around to check if any unwanted attention was on you two. It wasn’t really necessary considering both of you looked like ordinary civilians, but, at the end of the day, it’s better to be aware of one’s surroundings.

The man shifted his weight slightly, taking half a step closer.

“You know your little paradise won’t last long.” He exclaimed and smiled cynically. “Or have you, perhaps, forgotten?”

“Fuck off.” With a cold voice and a cold gaze, you ended the short exchange. The man did not move, however. He stood, still with an annoyingly straight back, in front of you and looked both harmless and ready to leap at you, had he deemed it necessary.

The stare off was short lived. A few seconds later you felt a presence coming from behind you and the man was pushed away by Touya, who came just in time to hear the end of your conversation. He looked a bit concerned, but stared at the mysterious person with a hard gaze and little bit of blue flame coming from the corners of his mouth.

“She told you to fuck off, so go and scurry away.”

Unbothered, the man didn’t pay any attention to this sudden event. He seemed even amused by it to some extent.

“I see you got yourself-” he glanced quickly towards Touya, who stood right next to you “a dog.”

Already annoyed before by the sheer presence of this man, now you felt your blood boil. WIthout thinking much, you leapt towards him and harshly grabbed the collar of his shirt. You heard someone close-by whisper with a scared voice, but you paid no mind to it.

“Fuck. Off.” You started, accentuating the words and putting as much venom into them, as you could muster. “Go and crawl at their feet like the pathetic nobody that you are.”

You saw a change in his eyes. No longer emotionless, he seemed irritated, which filled you with a bit of sadistic pride. He forcefully pulled your hands away and shoved you back. Then brushed his shirt like nothing happened and, just before turning around and going away said:

“You are the same. Everyone who touches the Olymp is.”

Finally alone with your still-just-a-friend, you turned around to face him. Having brushed off the encounter, you smiled at Touya, first a little fake, but seeing him made you happy enough to be genuine after just barely a second. On the other hand though, he still seemed rather concerned with the strange turn of events. 

“Who was that?”

“He’s a colleague... from work.” Your answer didn’t lessen Touya’s worry. His brows furrowed, while he decided to press a bit more.

“From work? He’s… a hero?”

You stood right in front of him and lifted your arm, putting the thumb between his brows, watching him relax slightly, as you caressed the crease in his skin.

“From before.” It was a diplomatic answer, both a lie and a truth. You knew Touya wasn’t stupid and would get to the truth sooner or later, but for now he seemed to let it go, so you changed the topic. “So, I must ask. Why… a cafe? I would be more inclined to think you’d take me to a boxing ring or something.”

Touya smiled at your teasing tone, but did not answer. He just turned around and started walking towards the entrance of the place. He stopped and held the door for you, still standing next to the tree, a few meters away. 

“You coming?”

You looked at him unamused by his lack of answer, but went inside. It was pretty and cozy, which didn’t match with his more edgy vibe, but you just brushed it off and sat down on a plush armchair in the corner. You put your elbows on the table and propped your head on your palms, looking as Touya took his jacket off and threw it on the back of his chair. You started to closely admire the tattoos adorning both of his arms, from the hands to his shoulders (and even further, as you already knew).

“Both your tattoo and hand kink are showing, baby.” 

He sat down and looked at you with a teasing glint in his beautiful eyes. You leaned back, crossed one of your legs over the other and put your arms up, in a gesture of surrender, but then looked at him accusingly. 

“That’s not my fault that you’re a harlot. You’re basically putting yourself on display for me, so really, it’s on you. You whore.” 

“You got me, but it’s only for you.”

Touya laughed then and stood up to buy you both a coffee. You sat still, waiting and looking around. When your eyes landed on the discarded jacked, you stood up to take it. A simple black jean jacket, quite thin to be suitable for the warm weather. Holding it by the collar, you brought it closer to your face and inhaled the smell of the perfume lingering on the fabric. You couldn’t quite tell what it was, but it wasn’t too strong and you had to admit it was one of the best smells you knew, especially with the mix of natural scent of Touya’s body.

The owner of the jacket came back with the drinks a few minutes later and saw you with the piece of clothing.

“A little thief today, are we?”

You took one last whiff of the jacket and put it down.

“It smells nice. Maybe I should buy this perfume for myself.”

Touya looked up from his coffee.

“You want my perfume?”

“As I said - it’s nice.” You shrugged and saw him smirk.

“I can give you mine if you want to smell like me so badly.”

“Hmm…” You hummed and leaned forward a bit, “Well, I wouldn’t mind smelling like you.”

You took your cup and started to slowly drink, while looking into Touya’s eyes. Something in them made you feel strange, perhaps it was the softness with which he took you in. 

When sunshine fell on him from between the window decorations, he reminded you of some kind of angel, eyes almost glowing, silver piercings glistening; the sun accentuated every little shadow on his face, but, at the same time, made him look really delicate.

Touya’s gaze went down and your thought moved to the back of your mind. He adjusted his position on the chair before speaking.

“I guess I can tell you why the cafe, which you found, oh so surprising, I don’t know why.” He paused for a second to narrow his eyes at you. “I’ve heard you wanted a “normal” date, whatever the hell that means.”

“Wha-,” your eyes widened with mock surprise, “Did Shiggy snitch on me?”

“Please, he didn’t have to. It’s not like you asked all your friends for advice. So I decided to take you somewhere… classic, if you will.”

You crossed your arms on your chest and rolled your arms, then pointed an accusatory finger at your companion.

“Now you’re just mocking me.”

“Me? Never.” Obvious sarcasm on his part. “But I have one more place that I want to take you later. Perhaps more to your standards.”

Now you felt a bit guilty that he might have thought you didn’t like it. He didn’t seem so, but you preferred to explain either way.

“I don’t want you to think that I don’t appreciate it… it’s just…” You shrugged. “I didn’t expect something so… usual? Common? Normal, heh.”

“I know you’re just awkward, but let’s relax and enjoy ourselves.”

And so you did, talking about many different things for a few hours.

***

You put your index finger on your lips, pondering on something for a moment.

“Isn’t it going to be, you know… the anniversary soon? Of your mom’s divorce, I mean.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” Touya nodded.

“Damn, happy birthday then.” You brought your cup to your lips like you didn’t just say… that. But Touya lifted his eyebrows and stared at you unsure.

“What?” You just shrugged and he sighed, “Nevermind then. Happy birthday to mom.”

A few seconds of a comfortable silence fell over the two of you. The hushed voices of the people around filled your ears; they mixed together, providing a nice background noise. 

“So… how’s you dad?” You quirked an eyebrow at Touya’s surprised expression.

“You want to talk about my… dad? Of all things?”

“Well… I’m just asking! And you know… since he “sucks ass” does he also eat it?” You smiled stupidly, but he just stared with a deadpan. “Okay, stupid, I admit.”

“We have family therapy, so it’s not that bad. Though, the old mad does deserve the bullying.”

You agreed and made a toast with your drink to Touya’s words.

***

“Excuse me!?” Touya exclaimed loudly, “You did what!?”

You put an index finger to your lips trying to shush him, while a few other people looked in your direction, some with curiosity, others with disapproval.

“It wasn’t that bad…” You looked apologetically at some of the patrons. “It’s not like I died.”

Touya stared at you in shock for a good few seconds, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. He was almost at a loss of words.

“What- not like she died! Fuckin-” He groaned and dramatically clutched his shirt on his chest. “You’re killing me! You’re killing your father!”

You snorted at his statement. Well, a flair for the dramatics was in his repertoire, after all.

“Don’t you mean ‘Daddy’?” You said with an amused smile and added with a tinge of irony: “Or do you prefer ‘father’ now?”

Touya did not find it funny (or at least, he didn’t let it show on the outside, if he did). He cupped his mouth with one hand, looking to the side, as to ponder on something.

“You know what?” He directed his gaze at you. “I might have to rethink the idea that dating you would be so nice. Like, you… fucking dumbass.”

Ah, concerned Touya, pretty sweet, you had to admit, but there really wasn’t a reason for him to worry.

“Keigo was with me then.” You stated matter of factly.

“Oh, yeah,” he nodded, “I am going to talk with that bastard too… no heroing with Keigo for you!”

You seriously didn’t think that he would be so concerned about the whole ordeal. After all, it was in the past, nothing really happened and if it would have happened, then well… you wouldn’t be here to discuss it.

You smiled softly.

“I don’t think you have any say in this.”

You chuckled, when Touya very aggressively took a sip.

“Jumping off the building… Who fucking does that!?” Oh no, the stare of disapproval.

“Keigo.”

“Because he has WINGS!”

“Yeah, and he caught me because of them!” You paused for a moment and thought for a moment about it. “Though I actually wasn’t sure he would, I mean… you know. He IS quite strong though.”

Touya actually looked like he was ready to end it all right then and there.

“You… didn’t know if he would catch you?” He articulated very slowly, slightly squinting his eyes at you. “And you still jumped?”

“Yup! You know, the adrenaline, fight or flight… I chose flight obviously.” You immediately saw that your cheerful carelessness and (an amazing) joke were nor appreciated, as he looked at you with a blank face, complete deadpan.

“I think, sooner or later, I’m gonna have a heart attack because of you.”

To that, you just cackled and reassured him that you would try not to die in a near future.

***

“Sooo… My sweet Touya, my favorite Todoroki.” He braced himself for whatever you wanted to throw at him, while you shot him a suggestive look. “When are you going to do a new tattoo?”

Oh, he already knew where this was going.

“I don’t know. Why are you asking?” 

“You know…” You acted as if mulling on your idea and tilted your head to the side. “If you need some company…”

Touya sighed and just decided to get to the point.

“Do you wanna go with me?”

“Oh my god, can I?” You grinned and flicked your wrist. “You don’t have to!”

“Ok, then I’ll go alone.” He checked his phone, feigning disinterest, and took a quick look at you to see the hand still in the air and a very surprised expression on your face, that turned almost offended a second later.

“You can’t take it away from me! I’ll have you know, I have my rights.”

“I’m not taking anything away, since I never before said that you could go with me. You just always do.”

“Oh.” You looked down at your knees and did a fake sniff, knowing fully well he didn’t mind your presence… anywhere, really. “You don’t want me there?”

“Well, that-” he smirked slightly, “I never said.”

“So you’re just making a fool out of me then, I see how it is.” You crossed your arms over your chest and glared at him. He just laughed

“You already do it yourself pretty well.”

You gasped loudly with a hand on your chest.

“The audacity! You… how dare you! If you’re gonna be bitchy, I’ll fuck your sister, I will. Don’t try me.”

Touya rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Will you though?” He seemed unconvinced, you wondered why. “Honestly, I thought you did it already. You were going out with her for what? Two months? That’s long… for your standard.”

“Nooo, I didn’t… really, I did not.” Then a different thought popped up in your head. “Won’t it be weird that IF we… become a couple, potentially, and I would, hypothetically, meet your family somewhere, you know, by chance and all. That I am Fuyumi’s ex, I mean.”

He furrowed his brows to digest your question. 

“You think about that?” He smiled, seeing your awkward expression. “That’s cute of you.”

“BABY STEPS, PLEASE.” You loudly exclaimed, avoiding Touya’s eyes, to which he chuckled.

“Okay, just teasing you, baby.” His gaze softened. “But do you really care about that? What others think?”

“Uh…” you sighed, “I don’t know. Not really? But kind of.”

“It’s okay, baby steps, like you said.”

He leaned forward over the table, took your hand into his and soothingly caressed it with his thumb. Your heartbeat quickened a bit and, surprised at that, you just stared at Touya’s slowly moving finger. Feeling were never easy nor were they particularly good, but it felt so nice.

***

Suddenly you saw a flicker of colorful lights next to you, seeing that the decorations on the window were turned on. Looking out the window, you noticed how dark it became. The street neon lights were illuminated everywhere, people moving in all directions to unwind after hard days of work during the week. You were almost shocked at how fast the time went by.

“It’s pretty late, isn’t it?”

Touya hummed in agreement and, without saying anything, stood up to pay the bill. Earlier, you almost fought him to split it, but you came to an agreement that another time (“Oh, you already want to go out with me again?”, he teased) you would be the one paying. A moment later he came back, put his jacket on and you both exited the lovely cafe.

“So… where are we going?” You asked after following him in a completely opposite direction, to which you came from earlier that day.

“You’ll see.” 

Ah, so much for getting information out of Mr Todoroki.

With a sigh, you just decided to follow him in silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable, like it usually tends to be, for which you were grateful. He wasn’t pushy, let you do things at your own pace, so you felt… comfortable.

A moment later you felt him grab your hand and let him intertwine your fingers together. Again, the annoying feeling in your chest reappeared. You would need to get a grip on yourself, if this was to continue. The evening was getting quite chilly so Touya used his quirk to make his palm warmer, but you almost took your hand away. You knew that it was bad for him, especially without his support items, even though he was able to control it, almost to perfection. Before you were able to get away, his skin quickly went back to its natural cooler state with a light squeeze to your hand.

Going through the busy street, you were able to observe people differently than usual. On patrols, you were mostly checking out dark alleyways, some abandoned or suspicious buildings, sometimes sites on the outskirts of the city; being able to, sometimes, take in the lively energy of the crowd was enjoyable.

Touya stopped after turning into some calmer sideroad. He took his hand from yours to grab a helmet and then helped you put it on. 

“We taking your baby for a spin?”

“Of course.”

“Hmm, nice.”

After putting on his own helmet he sat down on the motorcycle, waiting for you to do the same. You noticed a new paint job on the matte black surface of the machine. On the sides were done shining blue flames, very on brand for him. You liked it. 

You sat down behind Touya taking a hold of his waist, when he revved the engine and slowly drove away from the busy part of the city. Expertly maneuvering the streets, soon enough you were driving on the outskirts, where barely anyone was out. You looked at the changing scenery over his shoulder, noting the road you were taking seemed familiar. The trees surrounding you from both sides made the night look a bit unnerving, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. The city was far behind already.

You squeezed him just a tiny bit stronger and put your head on his shoulder, careful not to knock the helmets on each other. Loud howling of the wind and the noise of the engine were a surprisingly calming combination, which you have discovered long ago, the first time Touya took you for a drive.

Finally, the motorcycle slowed down. You passed the old busted metal gate and entered a site surrounded by a tall chain link fence, made from wire much thicker than usual to make it more sturdy. The place was situated on a flat field, a bit away from the trees. You could barely see the outline of the big city from where you were.

The space where he parked was relatively empty, save for an occasional piece of metal or glass laying here and there. The only building was a huge square block, bare walls outside “decorated” only by identical windows with perfectly measured spaces in between them. The inside should be relatively empty. What ought to be there are only some vacated rooms and stairs leading from the ground, through three stories, to the roof.

You got off the motorcycle and took the helmet off, hanging it on the handlebar. Taking a closer look around, you notice a pair of sledgehammers and a can of gasoline next to the gate of the building.

“An abandoned Commission site, huh?” You asked rhetorically, but Touya looked surprised at that.

“How do you know what this place is?” 

You decided to ignore him and just pointed to the items you noticed.

“You planning to kill me here or something?” You said with a smile, looking at him. He quirked an eyebrow and moved to pick up the sledgehammers and offered you one.

“Birdbrain said we can trash this place.” You took the tool weighing it in your hand with ease.

“Of course he did.” You glanced at the gasoline. “Did he also say we can play with fire?”

Touya smirked, lifted his hand towards his face and lighted his pinky finger with blue fire. He then moved the hand more towards you, letting you blow it out.

“With me, it’s always playing with fire.”

“I knew you were an arsonist at heart, Touya.” You chuckled lightly, but your voice quickly died down when you looked at him.

He looked at you with an intensity that instantly hypnotized you to focus only on his eyes, which seemed to glow slightly. The only source of light was the moon and the stars in the sky so you were surrounded by harsh shadows and an occasional speck of moonlight.

The gaze with which he stared at you almost made you uncomfortable, because it seemed like he was able to read every little dirty secret you held deep within. A quick thought, that maybe he actually could read you like that, crossed your mind. 

He moved a step towards you and brought his hand to grip your chin. Not hard enough to hurt you, but enough to feel that he could, if he wanted to. Exciting.

He pulled your face a little, so that his lips were right next to your ear. You felt his hot breath on your skin, when he asked:

“Aren’t you?” 

You felt him move his mouth across your skin, from your ear right to your lips. The grip on your chin lessened as he moved his hand to hold the back of your neck instead. It wasn’t anything new to kiss him, but it felt a lot more intimate this time. No force behind it, no rush, nothing inherently sexual; just softness, an interesting contrast to his intense eyes and touches.

He moved away, just enough to speak up, your noses still touching.

“Come on.” He let go completely and moved to grab the gasoline, before entering the building.

You stood in place a moment longer, rendered speechless and motionless by the emotions you felt. The loud hammering in your chest was almost deafening. Not good, get a fucking grip. Without a word, you followed Touya inside.

After a few moments (when the blood pump finally decided to calm down), you glanced around. As you thought, a big empty space, at least on the ground floor. Since the electricity had been shut off a long time ago, the only light was coming from the moon and your phone flashlight. You went after him towards the stairs to the first floor, where a space was filled a little bit more by the rooms dividing the place.

Touya stopped next to a wall to one of the former offices and put his things down, before taking your phone to light your blank canvas, ready for destruction.

“Swing.” And so you did.

You braced yourself against the floor for stabilization and took a wide swing, from behind your back. The hammer made an impact with the wall and with ease penetrated it to the other side. Forcefully, you teared it out, making the hole two times wider.

Oh, it was so liberating. The destruction and chaos of this place would bring you much pleasure.

With a laugh, you took a next swing, and then another, and another. Both of you went on a rampage, destroying what you could in this deserted place. All of the windows broken (some of them with your fist covered in a rug found somewhere on the ground), the inside walls full of holes, doors ripped out of its hinges. The place filled only with dust, debris, and the laughter and screams of both of you.

After you had enough, you ended up lying on the roof. Touya’s head right next to yours, although upside down, as he laid in the opposite direction.

You stared at the clear night sky, admiring millions of stars visible that night. It was always an otherworldly experience to be able to see them. It made everything seem so insignificant in the comparison to the vastness and beauty of space.

Touya, however, was not looking at the sky. His eyes were focused solely on you. He liked the peace and calm visible on your face. You felt his gaze on the side of your face and turned your head to the side, to also look at him.

You moved your hand to push his hair back. It was always really soft to the touch.

“Your roots are showing.” You said quietly, looking at the white part of his hair. He just hummed with eyes closed, marveling at the soft touch on his head.

Before he could fall asleep here, you took your hand and sat up cross-legged. You turned around to look at him, still lying down and still looking at you.

“Didn’t you want to commit arson?”

He perked up at that and got up, but stopped you, when you moved to do the same.

“Wait a second and don’t move.”

You stayed seated and just observed as Touya took the can and started to pour the gasoline on the roof, away from the stairs, in some kind of pattern. When he finished, he motioned you with his hand to come to him.

Ah, so the gasoline heart then. You weren’t really surprised by it, but still laughed, although more at the weirdly proud expression Touya had on his face.

“It’s really cheesy,” you paused for dramatic effect, “I love it.” 

You kissed him lightly on the cheek, to which he froze for a second. Oh, could it be that this time you were the one to render him speechless? After the initial shock, he beamed at you with his stupidly wide grin that sometimes appeared on his face. Though, after a moment it faltered and he grabbed your upper arm. You could pull away, if you wanted, but you just let him hold you.

“Who was that man today?” This again. He seemed worried, more than anything, which you didn’t like that much, cause he could drill it out of you, if he truly wanted. So you decided to avoid his eye, looking in the other direction.

“I told you already… it’s a colleague from work.”

“You know I don’t buy it.”

“I know, but… it’s the truth.” You looked him straight in the eyes, so he would know that it was not a lie.

“I hope you know you can tell me anything.” You wished you could.

“Give me the matches.” He knew that for that moment that would be it, so he let go of your arm with a sigh and took out a small box out of his pocket.

You took it and moved to the other side of the gasoline heart.

You wiped your teeth with your hand, to which Touya raised his eyebrows, but when you took one match out of the box and lit it directly on your teeth, he did look impressed by your trick.

Touya lit his blue flame and both of you set ablaze the gasoline. The fire traveled from both sides, to meet in the middle and create more green-like color. From behind the flames, you were able to see just his silhouette. A beautiful, although terrifying (to some) imagery. 

When the fire started spreading, you quickly moved to leave this place behind. 

Again on the motorcycle, tightly embracing Touya’s torso, you looked back to stare at the rising flames. Colors mixed with each other, creating a picture any painter would be proud of.

Playing with fire was always thrilling, you just hoped none of you would get burned.

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Pandorian Problems

It’s time for my occasional, that is sporadic, what I mean is unregularly-but-now-and-then-happening post about SSO, and also SsL, and even OSS, which you can interpret as meaning Old Star Stable or Original Star Stable, depending on whether you consider those games the old games, or the original games.

As not-exactly-usual, but certainly as often, my current concern is Pandoria. You might have guessed so from the title. And it’s about some problems, which you might have gathered as well.

I really wonder just how pink Pandoria is supposed to be in Star Stable Online. And I also wonder how much it’s supposed to be the “pink hell” (which it really isn’t, but I’m not sure of SSE understand that) as commonly called on here.

The “pink hell”

Is Pandoria pink in SSO? I wonder. We see it as a rather muted purple, with some pink sky and details, but not nearly as pink as it is in SsL. But then again, it is described as extremely pink in the Soul Riders books.

Now there’s three possibilities:

Pandoria looks the way it looks in SSO and that is meant by the pink description in the books, because that’s clearly pink enough.

Pandoria used to be extremely brightly pink but somehow got darker and more purple.

The part of Pandoria described in the books is also the part that appears in SsL and therefore bright pinkt, whereas the darker, purpler part of Pandoria we see in SSO is an entirely different part altogether.

We know for sure that it is a different part in SSO. The part with the Fripp statue, and the old temple-ish building, etc. is obviously in a different area of Pandoria. Why shouldn’t it look different in different places? It’s a whole planet (we’ll get to that later) and one might expect a planet to have different landscapes. But is it like that for sure? And if it’s the second possibility, then what turned it so dark? (The first would be easy to explain—just as the nights are rather light in SSO compared to OSS, for instance, it’s just made to be better for the players’ eyes.)

The “pink hell”

This is a fact: Pandoria is not Star Stable hell.

It definitely isn’t in Starshine Legacy, and it couldn’t logically be in Star Stable Online. Not only does hell imply something at least loosely based on the concept of hell, which it clearly isn’t, Pandoria is not even, as usually claimed, an evil place.

Pandoria is different. Pandoria is not some sort of underworld, or just a magic dimension, it is actually a planet that could be physically reached, if one had the necessary technology. Even though SSO strayed far from the canon of the old games, and even though the UFO has been ignored by SSE for years, the references to aliens on Jorvik have never really ceased, they were even mentioned in the most recent quests.

Pandoria can also be reached on a magical or spiritual sphere, it is “a place within all of use” (and of course, that could be a sort of internal heaven or hell of mind or soul, or whatever intended here) and its connection to the Soul Riders is on a different level than just some other planet in space.

But Pandoria is not evil. It is, essentially, a different place. It has a different atmosphere (literally, not meaning a different mood, but an actually different atmosphere) and its different sense of scale and realness, etc. is not due to being evil but being simply and plainly a planet that works differently than Earth.

The only definitely Pandorian creatures we ever met in the game (aside from the rays) are Fripp and Ydris. Ydris is a definite example of a being that isn’t intentionally evil, but in every sense alien to our world, and unable to really function in accordance with another world’s nature and physical (as well as, yes, moral) laws.

I know there’s many theories about Fripp actually being evil, maybe because his entire demeanor is so different from his portrayal in the old games and comics, but even those don’t make sense with an “officially” evil Pandoria. If Fripp were evil, then why should he and his followers claim that his home was basically hell? No, no matter if Fripp is good or bad (or different, as he clearly is!) it’s clear that Fripp loves Pandoria, that he longs for Pandoria and that he would never consider it a place of an evil nature.

(In fact, I am quite convinced that Fripp needs Pandoria, and that his exile has a terrible effect on his physical and mental state, and that in order to recover him he might actually need to go there, but that is a different matter.)

The evil in SSO—or supposed evil, for those who love the “the baddies are good and the goodies are bad” theories—came to Pandoria and to Earth/Jorvik from a different planet altogether. Garnok and his Generals are not Pandorian, and they have a terrible influence on Pandoria as well as on Jorvik.

And I have to say, a real problem for me is the effect Pandoria supposedly had on Anne. If it was actually Pandoria. For Evergray, it makes sense, as he is a normal man from Earth, and therefore in a place so physically against his nature, that he simply couldn’t endure in the atmosphere of another planet without long-term damage. (This, again, is why I honestly think that Fripp needs Pandoria, and that Ydris might not be too well of on Jorvik either.)

But Anne is the Sun of Pandoria. All Soulriders are connected to Pandoria, in some ways, deep down, from Pandoria, and so are their horses. But Anne belongs to Pandoria in a whole different way, she is essential to it, Pandoria needs Anne, and Anne naturally belongs there. Of course, she does have a human body, and maybe it was damaged by the atmosphere over a long time (although not nearly as badly as one might expect) and I personally think that DarkCore did much worse to her than the place itself.

But Anne is practically a goddess to Pandorian people. If Pandoria were a “pink hell” then Anne (and Lisa, and Linda, and Alex, and we—and the horses) were evil. Anne would be the Sun of Hell. Which she isn’t—obviously.

But Anne can be negatively effected by the harm done to Pandoria. And of course, physically she is a human of our Earth. That’s absolutely clear. She isn’t a Pandorian, in that sense. But she isn’t unconnected to it either.

Pandorian Problemsolving

I know that SSE have strayed fundamentally from the storyline of Starshine Legacy. But they still use some old pictures, reference old places and plots, and even mention the extraterrestial parts of the game. The observatories still play an important part (they even brought an astronomer and an alien together) and they never really made a clear cut from the old stories.

I don’t see why it should be difficult to put it all together. I mean—I made up all sorts of plausible, interwoven storylines to fill plotholes in the gap between SsL and OSS for an imaginary MMO set on Jorvik before SSO even existed, and before I knew what an MMO is, and I continued to do so after starting to play SSO and could still logically put a lot together with all the new storylines and inconsistancies brought into the game.

It is still perfectly possible for SSE to make sense of it all, to show Pandoria as it truly is—not good or bad, but different, and deeply connected to the Soul Riders—and fit in the old aspects of the stories with the new.

As for Fripp, I know many dislike him—but he, too, is a being of Pandoria, and his concern is to fight a very specific evil (that is, Garnok, and his followers) and to protect Jorvik as well as his actual home, without having much understanding for every personal sensitivity of every single human being he works with, and who belong to a species he simply cannot really understand.

Pandoria is dangerous, but it is also endangered, and the Soul Riders are partly beings of Pandoria, their souls are connected to Pandoria, and the common enemy is of an entirely different nature altogether. Pandoria really shouldn’t be portrayed as safe or cute, but also not as a sort of evil otherworld, but as a connected, but different place of great importance, and with deep connection to the story and its actors, including the good and the bad.

Ideas / Theories / Suggestions / Whatever

maybe Pandoria got darker because its sun was darkened

Garnok and his Generals are also from a different planet and also of a different nature than Earth and Pandoria and maybe that could be important for future storylines, except I don’t know how

Mario is an astronomer and Ydris is an alien and I want to see how that plays out in the future

does it make difference to travel to Pandoria by actual space travel rather than through portals/rifts, and if yes, how?

really, what about Fripp’s physical state, and what could bringing him to Pandoria (I know he’s in exile) or bringing him something from Pandoria do to him (e.g. food, medicine, whatever)

what about Pandorian people, more Pandorian people, especially horse people

I still wonder if those Pandorian horsepeople work like Egyptian gods—maybe they don’t have human bodies with horse heads, but can actually appear as humans or horses—who would be seperated into a human and a horse on Earth

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Darkwing Duck: My Valentine Ghoul Review aka A Bad Episode Even by Valentine’s Day Episode Standards

Welcome back Darkwings of the Night. It’s time to go back to St. Canard for the very review that got me to finish up my look at the episodes that should’ve lead up to Just Us Justice Ducks and the episode itself last month. While I probably COULD have reviewed this one before finsihing that as continuity’s pretty loose here, I wanted to see Negaduck’s proper introduction first. So was it worth it?

Yeah while I was glad to get one of my retrospectives done and free up some room for other stuff, this episode..was an objective disapointment and might be even worse than “Brush with Oblivion”. If your curious to know why and aren’t already lobbing a harpoon at me for bashing an episode you liked, join me under the cut. 

On PAPER this episode sounded really good. Negaduck trying to seduce Morgana back to crime and in general after Darkwing once again neglected her is not at all a bad premise and the in episode conflict of Darkwing’s obnoxious supscioson of his girlfriend being an ex con, COULD’VE been really interesting. But there’s a reason Could’ve was in all caps folks: This episode is not very well put together and it’s gender politics have aged like fine santa liquor left split in a bathtub surronded by toxic waste for 20 years, and tastes just as bad. Trust me I know. My colon still hasn’t recovered. So let’s get into WHY shall we? 

So we open with a date in a graveyard with Darkwing and Morgana, unsuprisingly though Darkwing isn’t the fondest of their meal which... look like someone scrambled the Star-Spawn of Cthulu. He’s going to be pissed.. especially once I try some. Look i’m very curious and very hungry. 

But things take a turn when Darkwing brings up diamonds, because he’s fully insensitive enough to bring them up in front of his girlfriend. She does take the truth in stride: he’s not proposing he’s simply hung up on a case of diamonds going missing, and no solution and thus might have to cut the date short. She offers to go with him but he shoots her down, saying the last time she helped she turned him into a rutabega.. instead of you know TRAINING her and helping her on her aim.  Then the episode looses me.. and about how long into the episode are we exactly? Not taking the theme song into acount?

Yup. It takes around 2 minutes, with some change. for the episode to become absolutley terrible. But first off Morgana suddenly flies off the table claming he dosen’t trust her for being a former criminal and zaps him in vengance.. which is assualt. Cartoony assault sure but it still hurts and his reactoin is STILL pure feer as he’s turned into some kind of ball... I mean.. it’s not like he can’t fight crime like that. Some of the best have done it. 

But still she goes to physical violence at the drop of a hat this episode and Darkwing seems more than a little afraid of that happening again. Just... wow.  I thought, having finished the Legend of the Three Cablleros, i’d be done with writing so poor a character comes off as a domestic abuser, mental in that case phsyical here, but here we are. Now this is untetional so I don’t blame the writers as much.. but I still heft some blame on them for being SO bad at writing a woman that she can’t get angry without phsyically attacking her partner or grasping the implications there. 

Oh and it gets worse. Yes, it somehow gets worse from “Morgana attacking darkwing for upsetting her”. Darkwing proves to be pretty vile himself, as when Morgana accuses him of not trusting her due to her criminal past.... he says “You know what they say once a crook always a crook. “

My.. fucking.. god.... the show is stacking unfortunate implications on top of itself like lego bricks. And yes attitudes towards prisoners were much worse back then, I get that. Dosen’t make it tolerable to HEAR someone spouting that bullshit, let alone our protaganist. And while it doesn’t make her right to shoot lighting at him, as she does after this or attack him before... it does mean he’s a massive, mentally abusive dick who refuses to trust his partner who reformed FOR HIM, just because she used to do crimes. It takes a special kind of bad writing to screw up so badly that two of your heroes are immensley unikeable in the span of minutes but they did. CONGRADULATIONS DUMBASS!

So yeah Morgana breaks up with him and he tries to go after her  and Gosalyn, who was there the whole time with eek and squeak,  decides she needs to get the two back together. 

I mean at least Gosalyn MEANS well. As a result despite her helping them not being a good idea, she’s one of the most likeable characters in the episode. At least for now. The most likeable?

Yes. REALLY. Now granted he’s as much of a bastard as always; After seeing Morg’s tantrum he wants to seduce her back to evil to help with his diamond scheme, unsurprisingly he’s the one stealing them and his plan to do so.. is not all that bright as he fakes being good to get into her good graces.. forgetting that he’s going to need to show her he’s bad again for any of his plan to work, as during the climax i’ts revealed he’s using a candy company as a front for diamond smuggling. Now granted that.. is actually really clever as no one’s going to think to check a shipment of choclate boxes for diamonds unless their tipped off and he even mentions starting a candy company earlier, so that being his scheme dosen’t come out of left field and i’ts  a clever misdirect that you’d THINK he was lying about the Candy Company.  But while Negsy doesn’t’t escape the contagious case of stupidity everyone’s got this episode, he’s still entertaining as ever and Jim cummings manages to make saying “Well be the best of pals” pants crappingly terrifiying. So Negaduck is a delight as always even if his plan makes little sense, as his way of going about it is still clever: he fakes being good and both uses this to make darkwing jealous, thus making him seem irational, and to provide a shield and also forces himself on their valentine’s date. He even gets past Morgana rightfully beign supsicous by playing to her past. So yeah not the best plan OVERALL but damn if he still isn’t awesome.  They visit a carnival, ah feels like home, though this one has a freak show where MORGANA feels like she’s home. After trying to fry Darkwing and making him look like the bad guy Negaduck manages to seperate the two in the tunnel of love then use darkwing’s own jackassery against him by claming he left saying once a crook always a crook. He hten.. comes on way too strong, first asking if she’s thought about going back to crime when they get back to her place and then isn’t resceptive when he just tries to fully turn on the charm. Oh and Darkwing walks in and thinks his gilrfriend is cheating despite her not returning Negaducks affections because he’s a douchebag.  Gosalyn is in the house at the same time as after Negaducks earlier deception, Eek and Squeak flew her back to Morgana’s house to use the Necronomiduck, which talks like he just walked out of Beast’s house because of course he does, and gets a love potion.. which they accidently spray on Darkwing instead. So we do get one of the few GOOD parts of the episode where Darkwing acts all buddy buddy to negaduck and Negaduck even gets rid of him just by telling him to go jump off a cliff. And the combination of Drake acting all sachrine again, much like posiduck, and Negaduck’s clear annoyance and confusion is just comedy gold. 

Sadly that ends and Drake returns and a fight breaks out with Morgana accidently freezing darkwing and when trying to freeze negaduck, he simpy reflects it back the obsconds with her ice cube. 

While Gosalyn and co thaw her dad out, Negaduck explains the whole choclate scam and Morgana refuses and they fight, with Negaduck covering her in chocolate.. then darkwing when he shows up as you’d expect. Darkwing however has buzzsaw cufflinks, a wonderful 60′s batman type gag, and saves them both.. btu the love potion ends up on Gosalyn who covers her dad and possible step mom in frosting

Thankfully it wears off fast, and morgana gets the idea to put the love potion, which is air born into the gas gun, finally getting Darkwing to trust her and blasting Negaduck, then suckerpunching him when he gets close. Oh and despite her plan being VERY obvious , Darkwing STILL questions her flirting with the guy. 

So the day is saved and we end with him questioning her order at dinner that night and her .. attacking him. And Gosalyng saying “Well you always hurt the ones you love”

Final Thoughts: .I do not like this episode. I do not like it on a moat, on a boat or with a goat or in any way shape or form even though that breaks the ryhme. Reviewing it only had me finding MORE problems with it. Morgana and Darkwing are so unsympathetic here, with her violence towards him making it seem like “Aw all couples are just the woman chasing the man around with the frying pan.. or lighting bolts in this case” even though that’s sexist as hell at BEST and makes light of domesdtic abuse towards men at worst.  Darkwing gets off no better, being THAT kind of asshole who assumes just because someone used to be a criminal they always will be. Which even in pastiche makes no sense as I can name tons of superheroes, a who USED to be criminals or villians: Hawkeye, Scarlet Witch, Black Widow, Luke Cage (Before becoming a superhero), Scott Lang Ant-Man, Hal Jordan Green Lantern, Cassandra Cain, Simon Baz, Mach 10, Songbird, Quicksilver, Rogue, Wonder Man, and Emma Frost. And that’s not getting into the number of heroes, including many on this list, who went evil fo ra bit and came back from it.. some of whom are on this list. Usually his black and white insanity schick works but the episode does nothing to punish him for it and instead makes Morgana seem just as irrational by attacking him. 

While this episode dosen’t use the love potion badly, thank god, with morgana even calling it a bad idea.. i’ts all I can give it outside of negaduck. The love potion and negaduck gags are both great.. but everything else is just so toxic and odious it makes it very hard to enjoy. And so.. this wins the DUBIOUS honor of being the worst Darkwing Duck episode i’ve seen so far. The plot’s weak, filled with horrible outdated ideas even by the time this was made, and no one is likeable, even Negaduck wears out his once he starts getting a bit too pushy with morgana. All in all a waste of potetial and a good episode. Until the next rainbow, this episode can step on a rusty railroad spike and get tetnus. 

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AH ChitChat Notes 3 22 21

Chitchat 32221 with Jeremy , michael and matt ft disembodied voices of lindsay and maybe kaden , gus in chat and joins

Jeremy: Kaden spoke up because of donuts earlier… Michael: Jacks time is over now… but he will be on stream later. Jeremy: oh yeah schedule. Slight last minute changes doing Fall Guys first cuz S4 came out… me michael  lindsay and matt did a letsplay in it earlier today … gus will be doing fall guys this stream (eyyy)... oh yeah and i wanna impersonate what jack does. Matt: do it. Jeremy: and if you're watching on the site we can see your chat like FatHippoHippo wrote BET in all capitals … yeah i just wanted to get into the spirit and be like “what would jack do, what would he think is funny” and that was it. Lindsay: alsoone of those WWJD bracelets from the 90s What Would Jack Do… (matt: ive repurposed them) Jeremy: so how are you doing? Lindsay: good weekend i guess , just telling Matt we watched Big Hero 6 yesterday (Jeremy: aw hell yell) still an awesome movie , kids loved it. Jeremy: where they scared of - idk if he has a name the kabuki villain… *looking it up* apparently its Yokai… guess they never really say it cuz that's generic. Lindsay: that's VERY generic. Michael: IVE GOT TO TAKE THIS CALL *facecam becomes void* Jeremy: ok spoiler alert for Big Hero 6 but just looking at the wiki… it makes an audacious claim. It says “professor robert calahan OR ALSO BETTER KNOW as his villain name Yokai”... is it? Lindsay: well its based on a comic right so i guess canonically he has a name…. But to answer your question No they werent scared … anyway something we noticed upon rewatching is that 2 characters before a MAJOR event happens to the fistbump… but DON'T do the explosion… like oooohhh foreshadowing. Michael: not really foreshadowing if they keep doing it throughout the movie , if anything its foreshadowing that like… hell… whats the robots name - baymax learning it… not really foreshadowing the building explodes (gen notes MAJOR EVENT) … what blew my mind was that movie has a post credits scene. Jeremy: oh yeah was it like with the dudes father. Michael: Fred yeah! Remember remarking upon them entering the house theres a portrait of the dad and i just went “his dads just Stan Lee… just a portrait of him” Post credits scene and guys talking to painting and - wasn't paying attention but he like hits his head on it and the wall opens up to show a superhero room with paraphernalia everywhere and Stan Lee walks in like “son we got a lot to talk about” Jeremy: Chat asking about if i watched the wrestling PayPerView… remember how i updated you last that the guy died in the ring after being set on fire (Michael: lemme guess hes a zombie now) - yep exactly last night a hand reached up and grabbed someones leg , he came out of the smoke with a melted messed up mask so yeah…. Hes a furry (i think?) zombie clown Michael: hey wait a minute let me read the chat , someone named Gus said “whoa no idea there was a post credit scene”  “what is a fastfood restaurant combo wish would open” Lindsay: Miss my KenTaco Hutt… Michael: idk im usually just in the mood for SOMETHING , not looking to combine , only time is when i want a certain food and they don't have the same sides i want other places have . like Sonic is amazing for sides , apps and drinks… don't care for entrees , but if i could get Sonic sides at McDonalds or Taco bell or something.. Jeremy: guess in the same vein id combine Dairy Queen with a lot of places (Matt: i was about to say) to get a BLIZZARD with whatever. Matt: that's how it usually goes anyway , you get the food , you drive by the Dairy Queen and get a desert - you don't get the food at Dairy Queen cuz why - just why Lindsay: i mean theres icecream but there isnt really fastfood places for other deserts… like theres not really a Cake or Cupcake place (Matt: not yet *tilts head at camera like “you know what i want”* ) there IS the cupcake ATM Matt: alright checking the google… Michael: Matts checking the driving distance. Jeremy: another questions whil matts looking up cakes (Matt: oh i already have it) nevermind then. Conware asks “what is your fave controller for console and whats fave controller you own” Jeremy: Idk really… i know for a while everyones was the Elite 2 Michael: yeah just most comfortable. Matt: well that's like a specialty type… if its a stock one then the switch pro controller is pretty good. Michael: i mean i also have this 8Bit do SNES bluetooth controller thing , love it Lindsay: i love the nintendo switch controller grip… makes it feel like it curves comfy around your palms Jeremy: the XBOX sea of thieves one is great (Matt: i was about to say…) got a glow in the dark skull in the middle , RT is like a gold tooth , is partly see through Matt: and it comes with some exclusive stuff for Sea of Thieves Lindsay: yeah like Motion Sickness. Matt: i got one that's just a donut. Lindsay: gave me an idea… you know how theres Pez Dispensers (matt: heard of them) yeah and how you don't really even use them right you just eat the candy and play with the thing  ( *matt nods approvingly* yeah about right) what if we invent a controller where every once in a while it opens up to give a snack. (Matt: yeah like everytime you get an achievement, Jeremy: yeah i did good! Just go up to the controller and eat it) “You Are Good Boy” Matt: be funnier if it just throws at you “everyone have a fave seasons and followup do you like seasons where you grew up or where you are now?” Jeremy: i mean springs probably my fave its easy to be outside , not boiling hot nor snow everywhere… great time to camp and fish , falls cool with changing colors… texas is like “do you want REALLY hot or hot?”  Michael: i do really like Fall on the East Coast but its like - yeah i miss it and its nice to be there when it happens where its light jacket weather. I used to wear sweatshirts all the time - i don't bother with long sleeves in texas cuz i know im taking it off within 30 min…  never knew about the Water Cup thing until i lived in texas where restaurants just HAVE water cups… blew my mind its free  - because people will drop dead . noticed they just have this seperate stack of clear cups which is i guess like “i BETTER not see any soda in that cup THAT'S  A WATER CUP!”. I don't like it when its 105 degrees but i do like being able to just wear Tshirts most of the year and not dealing with snow Lindsay: i like Fall the most cuz like its blend of i guess i embrace the basic bitch stereo types of fall , want my pumpkin spice latee but ALSO i know halloween is coming and ive said before how THAT'S like my religious holiday so like… i come alive. Matt: probably fall , maybe winter. I don't go out much but fall is like the right amount of cool but not TOO cool. Jeremy: over the weekend me and kat went to a town called rockfort (i think?) which is like right on the ocean , the weather was a little cold for it , like 50 maybe and the sea breeze made it chillier… im not really a beach person just more water. You say beach and you think  like Boogie Boarding Bros (Michael: whoooaah boogie. Lindsay: beach volleyball) yeah .. id reather be on a rocky shore than a sandy beach. Michael: youd rather be like a mermaid sitting on the rocks *jeremy laughs loud* is that what you're saying Jeremy: yeah Matt: attracting sailors to their DOOM Lindsay: i gotta send you a link but theres this one TikTokker i guess that i watch that talks about that an eastern european beach she went to and was like “i cant wait to go on my beach outting yeah!” and she gets there its rocky , really windy , noones there and goes “ooh its really cold” Matt: depends the kind of beach to me… for me East Coast beaches SUCK *jeremy nods yep* its water you cant see anything in its terrible Lindsay: that's also texas beaches , all brown. Matt: its just one of those things where you get in the water and your like “ok… at anymoment i could be attacked by everything around me”  Michael: well that can happen on land too matt (Gen Notes WELCOHME TA JOISEY!!!) (paraphrasing jeremy here) Jeremy: theres this guy who flys a drone out over beaches into the ocean , and he released the footage… apparently due to there being a lot less people now theres just Great White Sharks that go relatively close to beaches now… there are times where hes filming people playing and like 10 ft away is a fucking shark ya know just swimming. And cuz they're really far away hed be like “id see it , film it , then go to a lifeguard and show it like “oh btw…” “ Michael: so you know 2 hours ago someone may have been eaten. MattL he should put a speaker on the drone to like announce the sharks like HEY! DEATH OUT THERE!. Lindsay: “whats that Dronie? Theres a shark in the water?!?” Jeremy: and it was funny seeing that behavior where everyonce and a while a shark would be swimming then someone would do something near it not seeing the shark and the shark just goes “fuck dat” and swims away MattL god dude…. So close to death *gus joins* Lindsay: oh you're the guy who was like Texas beaches have Tar Gus: oh yeah i grew up in texas and i thought all beaches were like that just “oh you don't sit on the tar”

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They claim Blake slapping Sun hard in the face was a miscommunication. It was meant to be a more playful shoulder slap. But if that was the case why did they make her slap him again two times with greater force later? It's like they realized they made a mistake and double downed on it later despite making no sense at all?

Omfg the damn slapping in volume 4...god

Yeah I heard that Miles had explained how the slapping was an animation error due to miscommunication between the writers and the animators in a director’s commentary or smth but...it just sounds too convenient ngl. To save themselves from criticism once ppl called them out on it. I’ve never produced a show or animated one and ik its a huge and difficult project but i mean you’d think that 4 volumes into the show they’d have basic communication within the team down?? I guess I can see how “have blake give sun a silly tsundere smack on the shoulder” transformed into the lol sO FunNy slow-mo face slap the first time but idk what the excuse is for “and then have her dO IT AGAIN EXCEPT TWICE THIS TIME AND HAVE HER REACH HER ENTIRE ARM ALL THE WAY BACK WHILE SHE BERATES HIM-AND BE SURE TO SHOW SUN HISSING IN PAIN :)” like I-??? Did the miscommunication happen twice?? Also even if the slapping was not meant to be there it still would of had to have gotten the okay by any editors/miles himself (unless they dont look over the episodes before they get released??) to end up in the final product so no sIT DOWN.

Idrc about the show as much anymore, but what Im mad at is the way so many in the fndm defend this scene, and actively dismiss male abuse/suffering besides Sun’s in the show (but thats a whole seperate rant and others have already talked about it but ill elaborate if anyone cares) and honestly tumblr as a whole does this to irl male suffering.

Slapping sun was completely uncalled for. Blake had absolutely ZERO right to slap Sun like that and hes the LAST person to deserve it period. Nobody can ever just slap someone because they made them mAd. Idc. Its abusive. The double slap was not shown to be comical in the way tsundere types wack guys in anime. Her first slap was meant to be comedic (even though that slap was also totally unwarranted and not funny at all what the hell Blake) due to Sun’s lol slowmode reaction, but the slap and backhand later on are almost cruel. Blake’s goal was purely to harm him in that scene, and she had him hissing in pain. It was so jarring and uncomfortable to watch because Blake was already being ridiculous, but we’ve been shown these two becoming FRIENDS and FLIRTING and BONDING before this. Where tf is this rage coming from? Some clowns rly say “OH but nora got to slap ren so why is that fine?” Because the tone is COMPLETELY different; nora wanted to stop ren from losing himself to his grief/anger and getting himself hurt, not harm him herself. I hate how so many people were like “He iNterrupTed their conVersation >>::[[ its bAd MannErs >;((“ wtf??? Are yall children??? Some ppl out here have terrible double standards for getting ready to crucify any male character for anything but turn around and DEFEND the problematic and abusive shit raven, cinder, salem blake, coco, yang and ilia pull just because theyre hot women and ✨WoMen cAn Do no wrOng✨. Im 100% all for crucifying garbage guys who deserve it, but I just want the same energy towards women when they’re acting like trash as well. Women can be abusers, and men can be victims, and tumblr needs to quit dismissing male suffering.

If they really needed Blake to lose her crap, then thats fine. It shows the severity of how far blake was spiriling due to her depression. Its good because it delves into Blakes head, guilt, core flaws, and depicts the complexity of how the abused become abusers. But none of that excuses her actions, it just lets us know why shes acting that way. Its fine as long as, afterwards, they have Blake show some REMORSE and face some damn CONCEQUENCES for once, but she doesn’t!! Sun tells her to quit pushing her friends away and all is well in the world. She never apologizes, sun never calls her out on it, and the fndm celebrates it.

The whole thing just looks worse cuz later on Kali intrudes on Blake the EXACT SAME WAY but this time its absolutely fine and its just Lmao silly ol kali

She did acknowledge that Sun helped her a whole lot and thanked him a few times. She said how she was gonna apply his message of being there for a friend in order to help ilia, and that was good, but idk its just not the same as her confronting sun and saying “Hey. Im sorry for how I treated you. I was wrong and you didn’t deserve it”

Im not even gonna start with the whole B-buT He sTaLked Her!! ;(( bs

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Run, Rabbit, Run

Request: I’m so glad you’re writing for stan!! could you maybe write a stan x reader where it’s when they are younger and it’s after the readers first encounter with pennywise and she’s freaking out so she goes to him for comfort? maybe including the babylove nickname because it’s canon and i love it!! thank you❤️

A/N: I'm glad, too. I love this one. I mean, okay, I say this about all the requests I get, but... that's the whole truth. I love all of them, each in their own unique way. I thought long and hard about the fear I could execute in this one. I've honestly also thought about what IT would turn into for me, but I can't 'decide' cos I have so many fears. I hope this turned out well and that I succeeded in making the fear... correct? Normal? Idk. My mom helped me with deciding the fear and how to execute it lmao. This was honestly hard to write. I've never written horror. Hope you like this, tho. Happy reading!

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warnings: horribly written fears and IT, panic attack

A Thursday afternoon in Derry High. Sun rays break through the long un-washed windows of the building, classrooms with thick air due to lack of air-conditioning. Quiet halls and classrooms. There's barely any soul in the high school left.

Y/N sadly got sick the previous week, so had to stay after classes to write a test she missed while sick. Her best friend Stanley was having piano lessons on Thursdays usually, enjoying the silence and the over-all deserted school building. He was the only pupil the music teacher taught piano, all the others uninterested or already good at piano. Most times Stanley even stayed until the sun started setting.

Y/N has just finished writing the test she missed out on last week and walks down the hall to the bathroom. She wants to change her hair before she leaves school today. Just get it out of the high ponytail and make a little one with the top half of her hair. A style that has suited her well her whole life. A signature hairstyle of hers.

She passes Stan's piano lessons class room and hears what he's playing very clearly. Anyone passing through this hallway would hear him playing, even from the other end. The music room has great acoustic in it. She smiles to herself and pushes the door of the girls' lavatory open, hearing its squeaks behind her when she enters the empty room.

A public bathroom in its natural element stinks horribly, but she still winces at the horrible stench. Even if she's got used to it by now. 

Y/N carefully puts her bag down on the floor, choosing a spot on the tiles that wasn't covered in some suspicious liquid. It could be just water, but she doesn't want to risk it. She sighs as she looks in the mirror. This has been a long day and she's ready to head home.

She takes out her hair-tie and her scalp immediately breathes a sigh of relief. Today's ponytail was definitely a tight one. Her hair almost cries at the release. She smiles to herself tiredly. 

As she starts picking out the hair strands to put up in a small bun, Y/N hears a sound similar to cracking, or maybe widning? Breaking? Where could it be coming from? She pays no mind to it, thinking someone's breaking tree branches outside. 

The sound grows louder and Y/N furrows her eyebrows. Sounds like it's... coming from beneath her. She's a bit scared to check the floor, but when she does, she freezes in complete horror.

The former tile floor now looks like a forest's bed and instead of where the pipes should be under the sinks, there's wooden roots. Like the ones you see in the woods. Like the ones she's always been afraid of all her life, since she was a little kiddie.

Y/N tries to grab her bag, not believing her eyes but also not wanting to stay any longer and see the elaboration of the pipe-roots. But she feels something snaking around her right ankle and as she looks down on it, she cries out. One of the roots coming from under the sink have locked around her ankle and is slowly making its way up her leg. 

Tears collect in her eyes and in such a big amount that they reach the brim and fall down on her cheeks, her dress, her hands and legs. She's in such a state of fear that she can't let out a sound. A silent panicking. 

She tries to wriggle her foot out of the plant's grasp, but it's tight as hell. Y/N does what she can with her other foot still relatively free, reaching for her backpack. She knows she has scissors in her bag, she had arts and crafts today during Home Ed. They're in the outside pocket. 

Her right hand is suddenly stopped, captured by a root that's coming out from the sink itself. Y/N's eyes widen even more, almost popping out of her skull. Physical terror almost takes over, but she makes for her backpack with her free left hand.

The moment she's got the scissors in her hand, she hears a giggle coming from behind her. Cold fright shakes her body. Should she even look behind her? Should she, for the best, close her eyes and wait for this nightmare to be over?

“Not such quick feet now, eh, Y/N?” An elderly, sort-of warped voice asks. It sends chills down her spine. No one even came in while she was here. Have they come through the window? And who are they?

She can't help her curious eyes looking up in the mirror. There she sees the most disturbing image a child could ever be beared to see. An at least six feet long... person in a clown costume is standing right behind her. Their skin is the palest white you could imagine. The lips and nose and eyes are crimson red. She hopes to the Gods that it's not blood on their face.

Their clown costume is dirty and very worn-out, looking decades old and over-used. The clown has orange hair that's sticking in the air, and wears a menacing smile. Their eyes are so big they look about to burst out, especially when they're each looking in their seperate direction.

Y/N screams and the clown laughs hysterically, and so loudly she feels like her ears and head would combust any second. She realises she needs to get herself free from the roots around her and bends down to start stabbing her scissors into the roots where they just barely are starting to wrap around her flesh. She's careful not to leave any self-injuries in the process. But it's hard to concentrate in this panic.

She's screaming and crying, afraid to death of the situation she's in. More and more roots start coming from all directions while the tall clown figure still laughs so horridly and terrifyingly. Y/N feels like she's spent, that she can't do this anymore, she can't free herself, that she'll give up and let whatever is bound to happen, happen. 

“Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run,” the clown starts to sing when she's finally freed herself of all the roots and grabs her backpack, ready to make it out the door, “don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun! O-ho-ho!” The clown laughs again. 

Y/N stops at the restroom door, looking at the room before her in horror. It's turning into a sort of nest, roots coming from every corner and inch, each of them wanting to grab onto some part of her. The clown stands right in the middle of it all, staring at her. She dodges the stretching roots best she can, but she won't be able to hold back for any longer.

“He'll get by without his Y/N-pie,” he continues, but his voice has dropped an octave or two, the smile no more on his horrid features, “so run, rabbit, run, rabbit,” he takes steps towards the young girl, terrifying her even more, “RUN! RUN! RUN!” He screams in the most agonising and horrible voice she's ever heard, also running towards her with sharp teeth coming from his mouth and an evil grimace twisting his face. 

Despite what her better judgement might tell her later, she listens to the creature and really does run. Out the swinging door, into the hallway without looking back. She runs into the first safest room she knows. The music room.

She practically falls through the door with a big clutter noise and terrifies poor Stanley, who's sitting alone at the piano. His eyes are wide and he jumps in his seat with a little shocked gasp. He looks upon the frightened Y/N. She's almost fallen down to the floor, her back against the door, as if she's holding it closed. As if someone might try to break in.

Stanley stands up and jogs over to her. “What's wrong?” He asks, one hand out-stretched hesitantly to her. She looks at him.

“I was... I was... There were... All around me...” She tries to explain what's just happened to her, but she makes no sense to Stan. He frowns. She looks scared, terrified. Her eyes are moving at rapid speed in every direction.

Y/N falls down on the floor, her knees against her chest and hands covering her face. In fear or embarrassment? Stanley immediately sits down next to her, legs crossed, and leans closer to her. He puts his arm around her shoulders in an attempt of an embrace and she goes in, letting the embrace happen. Needing it badly.

“There were the��the roots everywhere.” She cries. “Around my leg, around my arm. Trapping me, holding me. I couldn't get out. They wanted to—they wanted to trap me, get in me. I couldn't—”

“You're safe now.” Stanley tells her and soothes her with gently rubbing her back with his arm. 

“There was... There was a clown there.” She tells him. “In old clothes. With a white face and a horrible smile. He was singing.” Y/N says and breaks down in a seizure of cries and sobs. “And the roots wanted me! They wanted to get in me! Trap me!” She shouts.

Stanley tries to make sense of it all. Wonders if she was hallucinating, maybe someone drugged her? But no. What if it's just like the woman he saw? What if she did see... roots? Whatever that could mean. But it was a nightmare. It's not real. 

She can't stop crying. She's been exposed to her biggest fear and she can't calm down. She can't find any extra air to breathe, she feels like she's suffocating, like she's never going to calm down. It's a feeling of... no hope that you'll ever smile again. 

She can't calm down for another five minutes, at least. But Stanley stays put, holds her and listens to anything she tells him. 

“Do you think it was a nightmare?” Y/N asks him in a quiet voice, looking afar. 

“I believe so.” He replies. “It can't be real.” But is he trying to convince her or himself? Trying to calm himself down or, at last, her? “It was just like my nightmare with this... strange woman.” 

Y/N looks at him, slightly pulling apart from their embrace. Her eyes and cheeks are red, she looks lost and scared to death, still. “What woman?” She asks.

Stanley looks down. “My dad has a painting of a weird-looking woman in his office. She was trying to attack me when I was there to put the Tora back. Her face is all... twisted. She had teeth. I just ran.” He says finally and looks at her again. “But she's not real. And what you saw isn't real, okay? It was a bad, a really bad nightmare.”

She doesn't nod, but she takes his word for it. “But why did I see all that? Why now?” She asks. Perhaps she doesn't direct her question towards Stan, but to herself or something that could answer it. She sighs. “Sorry for scaring you.” Y/N apologises and sniffs. 

“Don't worry. I understand.” He tells her in response. “Do you—do you maybe want to hear something?” Stanley offers with a kind smile. She nods. Stanley playing piano sounds calming to her, and he plays so beautifully, after all. 

Stanley helps her get up from the floor and gives her a tissue to wipe her face with, one from the tissue box he always has in the music room, lying around, just in case. Y/N takes her bag and puts it on a near-by desk. 

Stan gets her a chair to sit on, putting it next to the piano, and sits down on the pianist stool. She sits down and puts her arm on the piano, resting her head in the palm of it. She watches him play one of Chopin's Nocturnes, watches his face change with every note he plays. He's careful not to mess up at any point. But she wouldn't think anything of it if he did. 

She feels peaceful, calm. The soft sounds of the piano playing in a completely empty room and, probably, building, calm her down and make her feel at peace with herself. 

Y/N has always been first in P.E. class. She's competed in sprints and running competitions and marathons since she can remember. It's one thing that gets her away from everyone else (quite literally) and from any thoughts that she'd find unwelcome - running. 

At one point in her secondary school years, she was running a kids marathon through the woods and tripped on a tree branch, getting her left foot stuck under a tree root by accident.

It was the first time she felt trapped. It was the first time she didn't win the marathon. It was the first time she didn't get any of the three first places. It was the first time she sprained her ankle. And the first time she felt genuenly scared for her life.

For her, it felt like the end of the world. It felt like no one would be coming to save her. But when they finally would come, the tree root would have already grown around and in her leg and stayed with her until the end of her life. She thought she'd have to live with a tree stuck to her, a root in her leg. She thought she'd never run again.

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Second Chances [Part 3]

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Today was a beautiful day, the flowers were blooming, birds were singing, the sun was high in the sky and Zokujin was very much nervous as hell.

Getting an ID had been a little harder than he thought, but it was very much needed, luckily for him his foster mother wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box and reluctantly handed it over to him, only so he’d stop pestering her.

With his mind in the clouds, he hadn’t realised he was about to collide into someone before it was too late, accidentally clipping shoulders with...someone much bigger than him. The apology got lodged in the middle of his throat at the size of them and their muscles only adding to the intimidating aura. She could snap him like a toothpick, literally.

She turned to him, but the look on her face morphed into something he hadn’t seen before, something odd  “Hey? Are you alright?” She asked him rather gently, and he felt floored by the fact she had addressed him so kindly.

Zokujin could only nod numbly, making her frown softly at him. God he hoped he didn’t have to fight against another person again, this...woman, she would effortlessly break him for sure.

“Hey, what’s your name?” She asked, and he answered on reflex, without even thinking about it, all those years in class where he was expected to answer but no one cared that he said or did.

She grinned “Nice to meet you Shimura, I'm Komori!” Zokujin felt the tension leave him, one of the few people to call him by his name besides boy. It was almost odd hearing his name on someone else’s lips.

Shin only watched him quietly for a moment before asking “Well Shimura, would you like to walk up to the registration together?”

Zokujin blinked in surprise before slowly nodding to her request. Walking with someone sounded wonderful, being alone with so many strangers was almost overwhelming, at least he knew someone’s name.

Another girl rushed past the both of them, long strides and a determined expression on her face, white hair that glittered like freshly fallen snow flowing softly behind her. She didn’t stay to chat as she hurried as fast as she could to the registration.

Shin spoke up “Hey, Shimura, maybe for this exam, you should tie up your hair? It’s all in your face, might make the whole thing harder”

Zokujin flushed with embarrassment.

“I...don’t have a hair band” He mumbled softly, only to jump when another soft hand touched his shoulder.

“Well I got a hairband if you need one!” Called a soft and bubbly friendly voice with an accent. Zokujin turned around and was surprised to see a bright smiling face directed at him, holding out a purple hair tie to him.

Zokujin blinked, trying to make sense of the kind gesture, they didn’t even know each other?

She frowned a little and then looked sheepish “Oh, I'm sorry! I’m Hitonoke, but you can call me Chava!”

Zokujin didn’t mean to say it, he really didn’t but the words slipped out without warning “Why are you being nice to me? Both of you?” He just couldn't get it, why were they being so nice to a stranger like him?

Chava let out a dramatic gasp and placed a hand against her chest, mockingly offended “Because, my friend, without kindness you cannot get through life! It is my duty to share kindness around!”

Zokujin blinked, unsure if she was joking or not, but he nodded numbly “O-..oh, okay….um, how do I put one of these hair ties in?”

“I’ll put it in your hair! If that’s okay with you, of course! Would that be okay?”

Zokujin nodded, feeling surreal and out of place by all of this unexpected warmth and kindness “um...thank you” he muttered, hoping it projected how much it really meant to him.

“But of course!” Chava’s hands softly wound through his locks, handling him as gently as she could while placing his hair into a messy bun, she could only keep smiling at her work with glee evident on her face “It’s what future friends do for each other, no?”

Zokujin could only flush softly at her words, a hopeful look crossed his features pretty much like a lonely child with their very first friends “Friends?” he mimicked, throat feeling dry all of a sudden.

“Yes! Friends!” Chava grinned, glancing beside him, he wasn’t sure to what exactly, but her smile grew bigger when she turned back towards him “Best friends even!”

Zokujin opened his mouth, then closed it, unsure on how to reply to such a bold statement. He actually looked close to tears, but he didn’t seem unhappy, it was more of a confused happiness.

“Could I maybe give my new best friend a hug?”

Zokujin nodded very slowly, the last time he was given a hug...it had come from his foster father...and it wasn’t a hug, it was a death grip that could have nearly fractured his ribs.

Slowly, Chava gathered Zokujin into her arms and squeezed him in a not too tight bear hug. It was a warm, friendly embrace, Chava’s face resting against his shoulder with a closed eye smile while Zoku trembled in her arms, a wet patch slowly forming on her shoulder as his head was leaned down into the crook of her neck. Chava slowly ran her hand up and down his back to comfort him before opening her eyes, gesturing to Shin to join the embrace with an encouraging smile.

Shin watched her for a moment before smiling and taking in her offer, joining into the group hug, the giant of a girl was easily hugging them both, but her hold was more gentle and loose than Chava’s. That didn’t mean it was lacking the feeling of a gentle warmth

“Ahhh, this is nice” Chava hummed happily before glancing between her two new best friends “By the way, what are your names?”

Shin let out a deep and jolly laugh before answering the girl “I’m Komori, Komori Shin, if you wish, you can call me Shin” she offers.

Zokujin didn’t move from the hug, silent for a moment before his small and tired voice mumbled “um, I’m Shimura Zokujin, you can call me anything….well, no insults please”

“You got it Zoku! It’s nice to meet the two of you!” Footsteps approached the three of them, a kind voice piping up.

“I see you’ve made new friends already, Chava”

Chava gasped “Madre! Come join the hug!”

“Madre” laughed in return “Maybe later, sweetheart, I think you should all register first”

Chava’s back was turned to the woman, but Zokujin and Shin could see her clearly. She was medium height with deathly pale skin and long, black stringy hair that hung down the front of her face, hiding it from view and ending around her knees. She wore a dirty white dress that ended at her ankles, black flats with dirty white socks. She looked...dead and it was terrifying. Even the others around them seemed to step away from the woman!

Shin seemed surprised, but she did let go of the hug to look at the time “Yeah, we should hurry before the place closes, we were out here a little too long” she didn’t seem too bothered by her appearance, she’s seen others with quirks just as outlandish as that thanks to her parents.

However, Zokujin only watched her wearily, the bruises peeking out from under his sleeves just barely. But he seemed more scared of the fact she was an adult...a mother, rather than the fact she looked dead and could haunt him in his sleep.

The woman glanced over to Zokujin, her hands moving up to part her hair and reveal her face, a small friendly smile growing on her features before she sent a wink his way. Her eyes were pitch black, save for the pure white pupil “Don’t worry, I only scare the bad ones”

He blinked at her, confusion so clear on his face it could practically be seen above his head, but it did calm him down a little, that’s one adult he doesn’t have to be scared about...right?

He let go of the hug before speaking “so...I guess it’s time to register?” he asked his new friends, only being distracted for a little bit as a girl with the most expensive clothing he’s ever seen walked past them in a leisure pace for the registration stands.

“Yes, we should- wait, where’s Eva?” Chava glanced around, a small pout on her face “Did she bail on us?”

“No, sweetheart” Chava’s mother laughed, pointing towards the stands “I sent her to go sign up. So, all three of you hurry over before they close it”

Up at the registration, an inky black girl popped out of the ground and swept away the hole she made, as soon as she was done, she turned into a helicopter and flew away. It was like a weird start to a cartoon.

Soon after that, three boys walked up, talking with each other. One of them seemed fascinated with Chava’s mother, mumbling to his friends about something, one of them laughed.

A sudden breeze hit them before a blurred image of a boy ran past them, only to stop on a dime at the registration, his energy seemingly rivaling that of the radio hero Present Mic.

Slowly the group made their way to the registration where another girl had just finished signing up, as soon as she finished she pulled out her phone to make a call, if someone paid attention they could hear the sound of her voice calling someone “Mothman”. Once she walked away the group walked to the front before handing over their ID’s, and after a moment of scanning the cards, they were handed back.

They were directed inside into a bright auditorium, many other participants already seated, either chatting amongst one another, on their phones or merely silent as they waited for what was next to begin. Being one of the last groups in, the three didn’t have a whole lot of time to find seats together and sadly had to seperate, at least for now.

Once everyone was in their assigned seats the lights dimmed dramatically, leaving the room almost pitch black, save for the stage that was illuminated, drawing everyone’s attention to the famous pro hero who strutted up before them, Present Mic.

"Welcome everybody to U.A.'s special mid year entrance exam!!! Can I get a 'YEEEEAAAAHHHH' !?!?!??!"

Unlike the first exam, the crowd went wild, everyone was cheering with passion and excitement, probably due to the circumstances of this new exam. Of course, only a few shy cheers were also noticed along the crowd, it made Present Mic shed tears on the inside.

"Alright then!!! Now that everyone's all pumped up let's go over the rules for this new exam!!"

The screen behind him crackled with life before a map of a fake city popped up, it was divided in sections where the entrance exam would be taking place.

"The exam will be on different zones of the city, people coming from the same middle school will be separated into each area as a way to avoid helping each other"

The image switched to a list of robots, each one with a certain amount of points.

"Each 'villain' defeated is worth a different amount of points, 1, 2 and 3 points depending on the level of difficulty,  considering the circumstances that developed the idea for this new exam there is a catch though..." As Present Mic explained the rules, a little 8-bit version of him is on the screen helping show the steps.

There were whispers along the place, everyone was curious about this "catch". The robots in the screen were swiped in exchange for another 8-bit figure resembling a test dummy.

"This time you will also have to save and protect civilians, for each one that you rescue you get 5 rescue points, BUT for each civilian you fail to rescue or gets injured you will suffer a penalty of -10 points!"

There was an outrage coming from some of the participants, none of them were aware they were being observed by other Pros, who could only frown at their least than pleasant reactions to these new rules. Nobody was aware they were already being evaluated even before the actual exam started.

"There's also the secret enemy, sometimes the only option left is to run, in this case this enemy is worth 0 points! So! now that everything's said and done, who's ready to take on this new exam?!?!?!?!"

Another wave of cheers echoed through the auditorium and a hidden single tear of joy rolled down the hero's face.

'Finally…!’

~Later~

“Must be nice to be so calm and happy during all of this…” Chikako muttered softly to herself, leaning against a wall while waiting for her turn, soon she would be called with other participants for their entrance exam, she was nervous, a wave of anxiety hit her all of sudden

‘What if granny was right? what if I can’t be a hero…?’

her thoughts were interrupted the moment she felt something wet caress her hand, making her yelp in surprise and look down at the source...

There sat a big Akita, staring up at her with what looked like eyes of concern. The dog whimpered slightly, leaning towards her again only for her to start shaking, sweat forming on her brown as her nerves took over instantly.

‘Why was there a dog here!?’

“Please go” She whispered, stepping away slightly “Please”

The dog tilted its head in confusion but then she heard it.

“Space rocks!?” Chikako glanced up to spot a taller girl walking over, a stressed-out look on her face and nervous spark in her eyes. She made it over quickly, leaning down to embrace the big dog and stuff her face into it’s thick fur. Chikako couldn’t help but notice that the girl seemed to be shaking. “Please don’t run away like that, you really scared me”.

Chikako’s fear was quickly replaced with confusion, why was a dog allowed into UA in the first place?...unless…

“Is...Is he a service dog?”

The girl glanced up from her spot, catching a gaze with Chikako before turning away quickly, nodding her head. “Yeah, Space Rocks is a service dog…” She gestured to the small jacket that he wore, the words ‘Service animal; please do not touch!’ written in big, bold lettering. “I forgot to put on the Japanese jacket, so it’s in English instead. Sorry, did he make you jump?”

Chikako shook her head, before answering “I just got surprised, he came out of nowhere and started sniffing my hand, that’s all” she gave her a tiny and polite smile.

Eva stood, nodding her head “O-Oh, he did? He probably felt that you were nervous. He’s got a Quirk of his own, he’s able to sense the emotions of others and his training tends to kick in then, so he goes over to comfort the person” She smiled slightly “It’s still something we’ve gotta work on”

“Wait...he has a quirk?” she looked back at the dog, who was staring right back at her “I’ve heard of animals having quirks before, but...this id the first time i’ve seen one in person”

Slowly and carefully she crouched down to be face to face with him, from a safe distance of course. “You called him...Space Rocks, right?”

Eva giggled, seemingly a little embarrassed “Yeah, I really liked Astronomy when I was younger- I still do actually- and when I officially got him, I decided to call him Space Rocks. Plus, he’s got some patches of white fur on his belly that made me think of comets! Still, I stuck with Space Rocks”

Chikako kept listening to the girl as she spoke of how much she loved the subject, it made her smile as she kept thinking of her own passion. But then she suddenly clapped her hands together like she just remembered something important.

“O-oh! I’m sorry! How rude of me!  I got so distracted I nearly forgot to ask your name!”

“Oh!” Eva winced “It’s no problem, I forget to ask yours as well! Well, I’m Evangelina White- I mean, White Evangelina, sorry, I keep forgetting in Japan it’s surname then first name! But please, call me Eva, I know it’s much easier to pronounce. Also, what should I call you?”

Chikako tilted her head a bit with a smile on her face.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Eva, My name’s Kayama Chikako...but please call me Chika, that’s what my friends call me!”

“Oh! Of course! Chika’s such a nice name!” Space Rocks nudged Eva’s hand, prompting her to pet him softly “Would you like to give him a stroke? I have to go hand him over to a friend to take care of before we head to the exam, so he’s kinda off duty right now”

The sudden question made Chikako hesitate, she was terrified of big dogs...but there was something about Space Rocks that made her feel at ease, maybe it was the fact he was a service dog...her hand slowly made way to him, the moment it made contact with his fur made her let out a quiet “uwah!” making her eyes light up.

“His fur is so soft and fluffy” Maybe dogs weren’t so bad after all...

~At the Fake City~

Zokujin was way more nervous now than he ever was before. The boy couldn’t help but shake, from the fear or the adrenaline, he had no clue, but he was definitely shaking.

Everyone here looked intimidating and much more skilled with their quirks than he was with his own, some even had special gear! Zokujin felt close to tears, the feeling of being overwhelmed under-prepared hitting fast, only for him to feel a soft tap at the shoulder “Hey, Shimura, are you alright?” came the smooth but deep voice of Shin, and he felt himself relaxing right away. Even if he didn't pass, at least he got some friends out of it, and the taste of freedom for a little bit.

“You looked a little nervous” Chava added, sending him a sympathetic smile “Don’t worry, I have 100% guarantee that we all pass today!”

Zokujin gave them a small smile before taking a deep breath, it helped him relax even more, at least he finally had a taste of friendship for once. “Yeah….we’ll pass,” he says softly, not fully believing that he’d pass with them, but one could hope, right?

There was a blaring alarm followed by Present Mic’s loud voice yelling “And start!”

It was a stampede just to get out of the gate, to begin with.

“And look at them go!” Came Present Mic’s voice, reserved for the judges and the hero classes watching.

They had ended up separating soon after, but this time Zokujin couldn’t wait around looking for his friends, it was an exam, one that was timed.

‘He could do this’

So he willed a piece of the ground to break and lift him up into the sky. Shooting stone lances at the robots, or using his quirk to crush the metal head. He made sure to grab any of those ‘civilian’ dolls, which was horrendously made, these things were definitely going to haunt his dreams for sure...

“Shimura Zokujin’s turning those robots into soda cans, damn kid, guess they’re easy for you, huh?”

Elsewhere Shin was enjoying the exam, it felt almost easy to her, just jump and kick off the heads as hard as she can while grabbing another doll, at the moment she had about ten of these dolls, five on each arm.

It almost felt like a leisure stroll with jumping, though not really able to use her hands, but a challenge was always fun!

“Komori Shin is wrecking those robots with nothing but her legs! Damn kid! Leave some for the rest of them!”

Meldori was less worried about the dolls and more worried about staking up her number of robots she destroyed, she had a single doll and had saved another kid from a robot. Kid should have tied his shoelaces BEFORE the exam, not during.

“Not only is Yuki Meldori saving a doll, but even a fellow rival! What a selfless act!”

Below her was Kira, dancing and weaving between robots having slashed them to pieces. She didn’t aim for a doll since her sharp claws would only destroy the poor things. She rapidly climbed over a building and jumped onto a robot in the street, slashing off the head with ease.

“Emmayama Kira making hero work look like a new dance move!”

Chava had never had the chance to use her power so freely before! It was exhilarating! She flew through the sky like a speeding bullet, diving down to strike robots left and right! It was awesome! The dummies were an added bonus, grabbing one at a time and dropping them off at a Safespace with a cheeky “Stay safe civilian!” before zooming off to torch another robot villain closeby. She hadn’t turned ‘Ghost’ yet, that was for a special occasion, but man, was she excited to show off what she could really do!

“Look at Hitonoke Chava go! She’s like a speeding bullet! Saving civilians like it’s no one’s business, good job, hero!”

Chava couldn’t help but laugh.

With Shin, Zokujin, and Meldori dropping off their ‘civilians’ onto the safespace, the ground began to rumble when the biggest robot any of them has ever seen broke out of a large building. It’s large size intimidates many to run away, not sparing a second glance towards the huge beast.

But not everyone.

Zokujin was struck with fear for a moment, before rushing forward to help their fellow exam takers. Placing his palms to the ground he urged the earth to stop it, or at least managed to slow it down.

"Excellent defence from Shimura Zokujin, woo! These kids are on FIRE!"

Giant pillars shot out of the ground, immobilizing it for a moment before it continued to try and push forward.

With it stopped for a moment, Kira leapt at it and started slashing the thick cords around the limbs and head, making it unable to move it’s arms or see.

"What's this?! the participants are working together to take down the executioner!!!"

Shin was quick to slip under the shell of the giant robot while Meldori began to freeze the machine’s circuits, overpowering the robot within seconds.

Chava was quick to react, setting alight her hands and spinning fast as she dived towards its chest, drilling into the metal surface before settling into its circuits. She slammed her foot on the ground, causing small shadows to rush out with mischievous giggles as they began to tear into the wires along with her.

“Hitonoke Chava is calling forth some...cute things? What are those?!”

The machine began to rumble, struggling to move before being powered off, everyone’s fighting, giving Shin the clear to shut down the beast. It wasn’t as glamorous as fighting it, but it would have to do if it meant saving over examinees

Not even seconds later, Chava popped into view. The girl’s smile grew and she waved over to her friend, gesturing towards the hole that she had made earlier “I think this thing is gonna drop! Need a hand out!?”

Shin laughed happily before nodding in gratitude “Yes, please”

The “shadows” retreated back and Chava grabbed Shin from under her arms before zooming out of the chest cavity, watching from afar as the machine trembled, tilting backwards before crashing down with a boom, explosions running up the robot’s body before leaving it as a hunk of rubble. The two glanced at each other before sharing a laugh.

“That was a close one!”

“They’ve done it! The zero-pointer is down! What a twist!”

Bakugo and Deku sat there, staring at the screen. She had failed the exam at the start of the year, but with how easily she fought, did she flunk it? On purpose? Bakugo stared straight ahead at the screen, not looking away for a second, if she flunked the first exam, there was a reason, and if she chose to take the second one and pass, it was for a reason. But by god Bakugo was pissed.

~Another Part of the Exam~

Shitae bounced on her heels, eager for the gates to open and to let them all out on the fake city as her eyes wandered to the others with her, anyone interesting? Some strange and angry bat-child….with a tail? Check! Two kinda gloomy boys who needed someone to snuggle? Check! And one very determined girl?  Also check!

There was a blaring alarm followed by Present Mic’s loud voice yelling “Aaaaaand...Start!”

Her eyes quickly snapped to the opening and she sped across, bouncing around the walls like one bouncy ball. Slamming into Robots or placing banana peels along the way, laughing all the way.

“Now that’s a way to get the ball rolling as proved by Inzen Shitae!”

Mitsaru took off, shifting into a midway point with his full form, mouth full of razor-sharp teeth and protruding claws that were as long as his arms while his body doubled in size. He smashed into the bots, maiming many before continuing on, his frightening visage scaring many of the others out of his warpath.

“Now that’s what I call Animal Instinct! Courtesy of Akatani Mitsaru!”

Kishin flew into the fake city with her huge leathery wings, scouring through the city streets for her first kill. The loud man didn’t say she HAD to save these ugly dolls, so she wouldn’t. Instead, she’d focus on what she had to do...earn points, and that meant taking down those villain bots.

With the sun shining in the sky, she felt her quirk surge and the same time her tail lashed out, wrapping around a bot as she flew up and slammed it into the ground before flying off to grab another. She’d stop when the bell went off, or she has the most points, nothing would stop her.

“A Creature of the night with the strength of a hundred men. That’s Shitogeru Kishin for you!”

Ryogami flew, feeling almost bored, or was it tired? He wasn’t sure, but he fazed into the first robot he saw and turned it towards its allies opening fire upon them with a barrage of bullets until all that was left was rubble. The robot he was piloting was destroyed soon after by Mitsaru, but that was fine, he’d just have to find a different robot.

“WHATTTTTTTTT!? WHAT WAS THAT!? OH! It’s just Hitonoke Ryogami, possessing the bots and turning against them! Spooky!”

Kana took a deep breath as she summoned a black glittery mass from her arms, which were covered in a black mist up to her forearm, it started dripping on the floor like ink, once enough of her “dark matter” was ready she made a throwing gesture with her arms, shaping it like a medium-sized spike that started to float in the air before rapidly stabbing robot after robot in zig-zags, leaving a trail of explosions as it fleed and pierced through more of the machines. She turned to her right and saw a civilian doll about to be crushed, one of her hands quickly shot up to its direction, making a shield of black spikes to protect it from the robot, she could hear some other participants close to her yelling something about their quirks failing while other’s quirks were getting stronger

‘Sorry guys, can’t choose who gets boosted by Glitch!’ nobody noticed her coughing slightly, a small spot of blood on the back of her hand.

“Quick thinking and a fast-moving quirk, just what you expect from Rikimaru Kana-Chan”

Shitae was laughing as the area and the robots around her started to morph, turning into something like that of a cartoon while she pinged along the city walls similar to a ball in a pinball machine, sometimes taking out a mallet out of thin air and walloping a robot upside the head as she whistles a cartoon show tune from her childhood.

“Doesn’t everyone love those old Sunday cartoons? Cause this girl is bringing them back!”

The robots that were turned into toons slowly started to melt away, leaving ink and blank pages across the field.

Soon, the ground had started to tremble as the biggest robot they’ve seen smashed out of a building nearby, rubble and debris spraying over the streets as people began to run.

Kishin headed right for it, already forgetting the fact it was worth nothing at all, wrapping her tail around an arm and ripping it off when it tried to swipe at her.

“She really doesn’t seem to be scared at all”

Shitae laughed, spilling a vat of ‘oil’ on the ground, ending with the massive machine falling backwards, and as it struggled to gain its footing, she wallops its eye with her mallet, a great big white swirl over its eyes, as stars and chirping birds flew around its head.

“Now that’s what I call a slippery situation! Not to mention quite the wallop!”

Mitsaru growled, his growl pitching even lower and lower till it could freeze blood, his own form growing bigger and bigger as he fully transformed into a bipedal wolf-like creature with a deer face and horns, but more muscular and unnaturally thin for his size as he barrels right into the robot, his jaws easily taking the legs, but it causes the robot to fall forward.

“Looks like the big bad wolf is in town! And my oh my, what big teeth you have?!”

Ryogami found his powers suddenly cutting out on him as he fell to the ground, making him unable to fly or faze through the ground to escape the falling giant, he tried to scramble away, but there was no chance for him to actually outrun this thing.

“What’s this?! Hitonoke Ryogami seems to be having trouble with his quirk!?”

Before the Robot’s torso could crush him, two giant black spikes stabbed the robot across both sides, leaving the machine hanging. Ryogami hadn’t realized he had closed his eyes from fear until a soft voice called out to him.

“Are you alright?!” Opening his eyes in surprise he saw Kana standing in front of him, her arms outstretched as her spikes slowly started to disappear, she started coughing up again before dropping on one knee.

“What a heroic display! Saving a rival from such a crush, absolutely outstanding!”

“Don’t just stand there and watch, Run!”

The robot shifted as both Kishin and Mitsaru pulled it up while Shitae came speeding in with a rather small ambulance, She stopped and grabbed them both, pulling them inside before speeding off, the sound it was making was definitely not like a real ambulance.

As the Arena trap robot finally fell, the buzzer went off.

“We’ve seen a deadly combination of power! Wow! I wonder what they’ll hold in store for us next time?!”

“....Rikimaru?!”

Deku and Bakugo were leaning forward as they shouted her last name in surprise, both of their faces full of worry and anger while relief flooded their systems at the same time, she was standing right there, they could still remember how she just vanished without a trace, and yet...there she was. And with a quirk of her own. Neither of them noticed the way one of their teachers let out a sigh of relief when she was pulled away from danger though...

Mina and Kirishima couldn’t take their eyes off of the screen, one of them grew up with him as a childhood friend, both of them definitely knew him from the time he fell to his death in front of him at the start of middle school, but he looked fine, if a bit dead tired.

~Another Part of the Exam~

Tensions were thick for some, while some others, like Ford, was literally vibrating in place in his sheer excitement. He was trying to chat up a dark-haired boy who looked tired and just barely interested as if his mind was elsewhere.

The moment the buzzer went off, the kids started running for the door, a shot faster than Present Mic’s “Aaaaaaand, Staart!”

Ford took off in an instant, sprinting as fast as he could without becoming winded with hot air to scout out the place and pick a spot of attack.

“It’s hard just to keep track of this kid Turismo Ford! Where’d he come from? And where did he go?!”

Chikako quickly followed after the others, her heart was pounding against her chest, but she didn’t let that make her lose focus as she started thinking about molecular compositions.

“Talk about a blast from the past by Kayama Chikako”

Eva took off in a sprint, placing a hand against her chest and summoning her first weapon of the day; a sword. Man, she was gonna be so tired after this….

With an excited cry, Joel was quick to start running. His flesh slowly began to lose it’s appearance, his body mimicking that of water before his whole form dropped into a puddle, the water snaking fast towards a robot before piercing through its body, Joel reappearing on the other side with a triumphant grin and a laugh, that quickly turned into a shriek at the sight of his naked body “Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

“And that’s what I call a flash by Collins Joel!”

The boy Ford had been chatting to ran out and upon the first villain bots he saw let loose a white fire breath, melting the bots as soon as the flames touched their metal surface before continuing on.

“That’s one heck of a fiery start for Midoriya Mikumo!”

Ford ended up running back to the start before taking off to the spot he had chosen, doing jumps over robots as he kicked them hard in the face, sending off their head. He wasn’t a good boxer, but his kicks? Even without speed his kicks hurt like hell.

“Turismo is on a rush, and there’s no stopping him!”

Mikumo let out another fire breath attack, melting more roboting and scorching the surrounding area, he had no time to stop or help the others, only stopping to pick up a doll or two and drop it off at the safespace.

Chikako’s shoulders started to release a yellow fog, the moment it made contact with three robots standing in front of her their bodies started to get damaged, it was a gas that could dissolve some metals after all. She still couldn’t help but stare at the guy with the fire breath, it was giving her an idea…

“That’s what I call Toxic, Kayama Chikako’s on a roll!”

Eva slashed at another bot, using the defeated hunk as leverage to jump and bring down her sword into another. Dodging a random barrage of bullets, she discarded her sword, the weapon bursting into a cloud of smoke before summoning a bow and aiming towards the robot that had attacked her, a arrow materialising in the hold before it shot and impaled the machine, a small explosion playing in front of her eyes before she was quick to bubble a few civilians nearby, quickly sending them towards a safe space and turning to continue her rampage.

“This girl White Evangelina has a whole range of weapons she can just summon?!”

Joel had been lucky to grab his clothes before continuing. He was surrounded by bots, all of them closing in on him, but he was fast to react when he spotted a bright, red fire hydrant just a few steps away. Focusing hard on his Quirk, the hydrant groaned before exploding, gallons of water rushing out of the hole within the ground before it sending it towards the bots, leaving nothing but rubble within his wake.

“Now that’s a party trick the kids are bound to love!”

The ground and buildings rumbled as a giant robot broke out from some building, sending rubble flying everywhere. One of the pieces soared through the air, pinning an unlucky Chikako’s legs and preventing her from running away.

“It would appear Kayama’s in a rocky situation!”

Eva growled in annoyance, discarding her sword once again, she summoned another bow, narrowing her eyes towards the beast when she spotted Chikako, pushing at the piece of rubble that trapped her before the robot, the machine slowly but surely getting closer with each step

Without a second thought, Eva sprinted towards her, sliding down her level and pushing hard against the rock with the other girl, both of them struggling with the threat still looming over them. What could Eva do, what could she do!- Then it hit her.

“Chikako, do you trust me?”

Chikako only stared at her for a moment, she didn’t know Eva that much, but she knew she could trust her, She gave her a determined nod in response.

“Yes!”

“Good!” Without a second thought, she hugged Chikako close, the other girl tensing in shock before a sudden light took over their bodies and a loud boom echoed through the area, smoke rushing out from the area where the two once stood. Instead, being replaced by a new pair of shoes.

“WAIT, WHAT? DID THEY JUST BECOME ONE PERSON?! THIS IS INSANE!”

“Well, well, well” The person stumbled slightly, glancing around the area “If no one else is gonna do this, we’ll do it together”

Placing a hand against ‘her’ chest, ‘the girl’ summoned ‘her’ weapon promptly, while ‘her’ four eyes narrowed towards the beastly machine before glancing around the area, ‘her’ gaze settling on the two attendees nearby, who actually seemed to be fighting it off. Perfect, ‘she’ could use the help.

“Hey, you two, I’ve got a plan!”

“Hold up, seems like the White- I mean- Kayama- I...uh- Khite? Wayama? It seems like Wayama has a plan to defeat this zero-pointer!”

Both Ford and Mikumo looked at her, Mikumo’s expression morphed from annoyance to fascination of ‘her’ quirk “How can we be of help?” Mikumo asked, tone wary, but very intrigued.

Ford, however, vibrated “Sure thing! What do you need, really tall lady?!”

‘She’ wandered over towards them, looking down at them with a determined stare. ‘She’ pointed to Ford first, then towards the giant robot. “I need to to run as fast as you can around the robot, when you smell the gas, slow down and I’ll make sure to catch you”

Ford nodded “Want me to start now?” he asked eagerly, ready to get down to business.

“Yes, go now” ‘She’ glanced down at Mikumo, gesturing towards him “Follow me”

Mikumo frowned but followed her quietly as Ford ran off to do as he was instructed, moving as fast as he could, he just couldn’t breathe during this speed.

The tornado grew fast, the rubble and debris around ‘her’ and Mikumo slowly getting sucked into the powerful winds. “Make sure to grab onto me” ‘she’ mentioned to the boy, raising her weapon towards the tornado. Slowly, something seeped out from the top of the umbrella that ‘she’ held, the gas quickly getting sucked into the tornado.

“I guess this makes Turismo Ford the tornado in the Wonderful land of Oz?”

Catching Ford’s slowing form, ‘she’ clicked her finger, a pinkish bubble appearing around the boy, safe from the gas. Though, the bubble moved with the tornado, moving round and round the robot multiple times. He would be fine though, maybe a little sick, but he was safe within ‘her’ bubble.

‘She’ glanced down at Mikumo “Now, breathe fire into the tornado”

Mikumo took in a deep breath before exhaling white flames at the gaseous tornado, wondering what this would probably look like on television, a white fire and then nothing? Most likely.

The resulting boom was huge, knocking him and the ‘girl’ off of their feet by the force of the blast, he wasn’t sure where Ford had gone, maybe up in the sky, still running? He couldn’t see him. The next thing he knew, there was pink in his vision, the ‘girl’ had him in her grip, holding him close as rubble rained from the sky. He tried to struggle at first, not really wanting to be that close, but when a house-sized piece of concrete landed on the bubble, he gave up, understanding ‘her’ motives.

“Now that’s what I call an explosive display of power and intelligence!”

They had to dig themselves out of a debris pile up, but they had made it out soon after. The ‘girl’ letting out soft pants before glancing around the area in worry.

Mikumo went to question ‘her’, but stopped when he caught sight of a speeding pink bubble coming towards them.

“Houston we might have a problem, and it’s coming in fast and pink!”

“That! Was! AWESOME!” Ford cheered, jumping up and down in his little space. “Can we do it again?”

‘She’ collapsed in relief.

“An amazing display of teamwork! Just where in the world are these kids coming from?!?!”

The silence in the room was deafening as everyone turned to look at Izuku, minus Mineta who was drooling over the fact ‘Midnight had a hot daughter’

“When were you going to tell us you had a brother! Who's older?” exclaimed Mina

“Well, we’re twins...but he’s the older twin...I didn’t mention him because he was living with our dad, I’m not sure why he’s back though”

“Who cares about that?!” exclaimed Mineta, he was literally swimming in a pool of his own drool “Did you see Midnight’s daughter?!” he didn’t notice a pair of eyes watching him with a glare that could kill a thousand men. “She’s even hotter than Midnight, aaaahh i can’t wait! do you think she’ll wear a tinier skirt than the regular one?!”

He didn’t notice Kaminari and Sero making a gesture to shut him up, both were extremely pale at the sight of the person standing behind him.

“Oh~, what was that~?” a terrifyingly sweet voice asked from behind, making everyone tremble at the black aura coming from Midnight as she looked down at him, this time it was different from her usually masochist attitude, it was an aura that meant “DEATH”, her hands were holding her whip with such a dangerously tight grip it was a wonder it hadn’t snapped in half.

“Is that the way to talk about a sweet girl such as my little Chika? I think you may need a lesson on manners once class continues at the end of the month.” Her tone held promise for pain.

Everyone cringed in pain for Mineta, so long to him.

~Another Part of the Exam~

The minutes ticking by had everyone on edge, so many people wanted to get started already. However, one girl slowly made her way over to Shinso.

“Hello there,” Tsukiko started. She heard the whispers, how everyone seemed to avoid talking to him. She knew why though, during the Sports Festival, many watched him use his Quirk on that Midoriya boy. They were probably intimidated by someone with such an interesting Quirk.

“uh...Hi?”

Tsukiko didn’t see the need to beat around the bush “I know your quirk may put you in….a disadvantage, especially if it’s against robots” She started “but, I could help, give you a bit of a blessing if you will”

Shinso blinked in confusion at first, staring at the girl for a moment before narrowing his eyes in offence “Are you saying I’m not good enough to be here?”

She tilted her head, fox ears up, intent “I’m not saying that at all, what i’m trying to do is offer you help, it’s what heroes do after all, right?” she didn’t flinch back or seemed bothered by his tone.

The boy opened his mouth to send the girl another sly comment, feeling a wave of anger rise up in the pit of his stomach, before he hesitated and instead, he thought about her words. She was trying to be nice, her tone easily said that and he could appreciate the gesture, but he knew he didn’t need it. The training regimen that Aizawa had put him on was guaranteed to get him into the next hero class, he was sure of it! So, no matter how kind the gesture was, he couldn’t take it. He could do this on his own, without any help.

“You don’t need to pity me” Was his response “I can handle myself”

She tilted her head before grinning “Alright, I hope you pass then” she really did, he seemed like a nice classmate to have.

“You too, good luck”

The buzzer alarm went off, followed by one very hyped up present mic yelling “LETS GOOOOOOO” urging all of the kids to run forward, rushing the fake city.

Zetsu phased into the ground and seemed to have rapidly burrowed his way through the cement, upsetting the city as he popped up elsewhere with plants sprouting up around him, tearing apart the city and robots in his warpath while grabbing a doll vanishing back underground before popping up at the safespace.

"Wait, I thought plants couldn't grow here?!"

Hanamaru ran along as he made a spine whip, this act alone causing some to edge away from him carefully, thank god for this mask or else he really would be alone.

"That looked like it had to hurt! Guess Sukeruton Hanamaru has nerves of steel!"

Tsukiko leapt gracefully, her five tails wide spread, ready to strike at anything that so much moved. She was skilled with her quirk as she breathed her fox fire, lighting up the way and burning the metal to coal.

"Katsune Tsukiko, both deadly and cuddly!"

Chura had taken the high ground, using his spider limbs to climb all over the place before getting the drop on a robot and tearing it to shreds with his spider legs before jumping up and out of the way again.

"Looks like Onigumo Chura is on a warpath!"

Shinso was quick to react, sprinting fast into the fake city and using his scarf, wrapping it around a nearby lamp post and swinging directly into a robot. His boot made contact with its “face” knocking it back before once again using his scarf, tying around it’s neck and ripping it off of his body for an instant kill. He couldn’t use his Quirk, but he sure as hell could use his smarts and strength.

Hanamaru found that sprouting a bone forest in a city was just a tad hard, cement was very moving for one’s goals it would seem, but he made it move, whether it wanted to or not, able to spear many robots with his bone forest.

Zetsu hated the city, the ground was so dead compared to the liviness of the forest, forcing nature to grow in a place with none? Hard, but not impossible as he grew another ‘whomping’ tree that thrashed the robots before returning to the ground from where he called it.

"Mother nature's on a rampage! Courtesy of Shiromori Zetsu!"

Tsukiko formed illusions that worked on the robots, forcing them to attack one another in the confusion of the fighting.

"Not even machines are safe from Katsune Tsukiko's tricks!"

Chura didn’t care about the people, but he did save two dolls and dropped them off at the safespace before continuing on, shredding robot after robot without a sense of remorse.

"Onigumo Chura is cutting through his enemies like mere paper!!"

Shinso’s strong point was probably saving the “civilians” , so he mostly stuck to that. He swung around, grabbing the dummies left and right before dropping them off in their designated safe spots and repeating it all over again. He was sure to destroy as many robots as he could though, he still wanted to prove himself to Aizawa, so that’s what he was gonna do.

"What a display of heroism and agility from Shinso Hitoshi! That's what being a hero is all about!"

One of the participants was having trouble with his quirk, it was overused, making him dizzy and unaware of his surroundings, he didn’t seem to notice the robot heading straight towards him until a loud “Bang!” snapped him out of his dizzy spell, looking up he saw a dark haired girl floating in the air, she had kicked the robot away from him before she landed gracefully on the ground to offer him a hand.

Ninana’s goal was to help others, and heavens forbid she wouldn’t try her best. It was the sole reason she had come back...

“Here, let me help you out”

"Seimura Ninana is a saint everyone!"

Hanamaru didn’t notice the other participant who also didn’t notice him until they collided and his mask went flying. The ‘sorry’ died on the kid’s lips when he saw the face of the person he ran into. He screamed loudly and Hanamaru grimaced backwards, he hated this reaction. But he heard a crunch as a big robot stepped on his mask, ruining it. A sigh died from his mouth when the ground started to tremble and a giant robot sprung from some large nearby buildings, he could easily get away if he wanted to...but did he want to? Everyone seemed to hate him the moment they looked at him. The other kid started running the moment he saw his face, not when the giant robot popped out like some poorly designed birthday cake.

"Sukeruton Hanamaru seems to be having some doubts! Hurry up and move kiddo!"

His trail of negative thoughts died down the moment he felt someone’s hands grabbing him by the back of his shirt and lifting him into the air, when Hanamaru looked down he realized he was floating in the air. Ninana dropped him in a safe distance from the robot currently wreaking havoc, then she gave him a look like a mother scolding their child.

"An unexpected rescue of a rival!"

“I saw the way you looked at that robot, you were giving up, weren’t you?”

Hanamaru could only stare back at her in silence.

“Whenever you think this-” she put a finger on his forehead “is all that defines you, remember THIS-” she put her fist on her chest, right over her heart “Is what makes someone a real hero”

She walked backwards before floating away, off to help other kids.

Hanamaru blinked and watched her retreating form as he thought to himself, he wasn’t ready to give up, and he certainly wanted to prove that he was a true hero. So he dashed off towards the Zero-Pointer, maybe he could help slow it down for the others still stuck near it?

With that in mind he mustered all of his energy and forced a bone forest as tall and as thick as he could possibly make it to slow it down.

"Whatever was said did the trick! And boy that's an effective stopper!"

With the machine slowed down, Zetsu had lent a helping hand and called forth the plants from deep in the earth, they rose forth and climbed between the metal plating and coils, tearing off the springs and cords.

"Seriously?! Where are all of these plants coming from?!"

Tsukiko leapt up, tearing off the head with little trouble thanks to the plants and bones aiding in preventing it from moving.

Shinso had hesitated when he first spotted the thing. He remembered running in the first exam, along with everyone else. The zero pointer was massive and intimidating, there was no surprise about that. But now...now he believed he could do something. I mean, a robot that massive had to have a weakness of some sort, right?

So he began to swing, being careful to stay in the robot’s blind spots before sliding down it’s back, finding a small panel to open and get into. He searched through the mess of wires and circuits, wobbling slightly when people continued to hurl attacks at the beast, before his eyes finally settled on the big red button within the heart of it all.

“Geez…” He laughed “Talk about an obvious end”

He pressed it and then ran off.

Hanamaru, Zetsu, and Tsukiko paused as the machine finally stopped moving and slumped over, no whirring sounds as its weight was being supported by the bone forest and the plants.

The buzzer went off, making everyone sigh in relief.

"AAAAND FINISH!!!! THIS CONCLUDES THE ENTRANCE EXAM!!! THESE KIDS ARE ON FIRE!!! WOOH!!!"

The silence that stretched over the kids lasted for a moment before they were all cheering loudly at the display of power of these new participants.

“That was awesome!” Kirishima stated, he was already pretty excited to meet all of them.

“Wow! Seemed like he really came out of his shell” Mina cheered.

“Who came out of their shell?” Uraraka asked.

“Shiromori, we used to go to junior high together, he was always quiet and withdrawn”

“I hope Shinso gets into that hero class” Izuku murmured.

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excuse the cropped weirdly pictures; my family/pet's foster parents are great at snapping a sneaky picture of me curled into an unattractively slouched (relaxed) fetal state. which i'm self-conscious about because it's an unattractive position for pictures even tho i am quite pretty (but they are also cropped because im just also private as hell, sorry lmao). 

bonus tho: said pet is laying ontop of me, face buried in my shoulder, twitching in her sleep as we speak!

--- but anyway. onto the actual submission:

so yeah. i saw your post! i'm here to address your call for dogs. but i dont have anymore pictures of my dog, Cash. however, i do have stuff about my cat, Allegra. 

i dont have any of them together cuz Cash lives at my family's house and Allegra lives in my apartment. and we're p sure he'd try to eat her and she'd scratch the hell out of him, so we don't try to let them meet. but, just like how Cash continued the legacy of us adopting another big slobbery dog with possessive seperation-anxiety, Allegra does fit all the criteria of those same personality traits we are such a beacon for. so i hope youll accept it as comfort nonetheless

here's a story about my cat who acts just like a anxious, cuddly, and slobbery pupper. i even bought her a pet ID tag that's shaped like a bone to honor that joke lmao) Allegra: "the honorary and tiniest mastiff" and named after the allergy medication

i got Allegra just this last year. she was a stray. now, for context: there are lots of outdoor cats in my neighborhood and they all hate strangers (they aren't feral tho, they have collars). but they all avoided my old house though because of Cash. so Allegra, newly abandoned, took advantage of that safety(?) by constantly hiding out around my family's house whenever she felt endangered

before that point tho, where i vaguely realized she existed but had no idea of what her strategy had been: i knew the cats of the neighborhood would run 15 miles away at the sound of people. but i am a small bean of cliches, so i always say "Hi kitty" anyway. even if them running away breaks my heart. and on that day, i was on my way to work for the opening shift, not early per se but i had enough time for starbucks if i wanted (and i did want) and i saw the vague mass of a cat on the lawn. predictably, i went "Hey kitty". but i also kept walking to my car due to said expectation of cats running and not wanting my heart to have that little break

and allegra did run. she just ran at me, full speed. i almost kicked this sudden HURLING THING in my peripherals like a football out of fight/flight + anxiety, except i have the aim of Charlie Brown so i thankfully missed her terribly. she was purring up a storm and crying pathetically. tho she's a Siamese, so they talk (read: complain) a lot anyway so maybe she wasn't crying. i always call her talking "crying" anyway tho cuz of the whiny pitch of it so such is a moot point. the real point was: she was ridiculously friendly

then, one morning, she was especially incorrigible. she wouldn't let me go into the car without her jumping inside too and kept scenting me, my car door, and all my equipment for this art class i was going to use for my presentation. a presentation that was a huge chunk of my grade that i couldn't be late for and Allegra was going to make late for. i had to trick her into thinking i was going to run away from my car, to which she zoomed ahead to cut me off, except i had actually done a fake-out and had really ran into the driver's seat and was already starting to slowly reverse out of the driveway. she had the sense to not go after a moving vehicle, thank god. my family texted me she cried outside our front door for hours later though. my art class that semester met once a week, so it was a 4.5 hour class that started at 7AM. and even tho that day had been a presentation day and we had less than 15 students, we still went over 3 hours. she cried during all of it. i used the "free time" to make sure i bought a cat leash and a cardboard cat carrier. but when i came back, heard no crying

i tried to get one of my neighbors to hold onto her for the afternoon. i couldnt leave her in my old house; i had family members i lived with who were terribly allergic. but i swore, so long as someone held onto her for my shift, i could take her to a shelter after. she was just so friendly and obviously new here, i just needed someone to put her somewhere safe (we lived by the freeway, by a train, by the main alternative to the freeway, and by two dog parks). but nobody really could hold onto her, so i had to hope she'd show up again when i came back from work. she didn't. i left her food out anyway.

i took her to the Humane Society Shelter closest to us because they have a microchip scanner. and she did have a chip! that was completely empty! apparently, that's a thing!! the guy there asked if i was going to keep her then, and i hadn't really thought that far. i had made the mistake of naming her and thinking she was cute, and she had done the legwork of being a cuddly motherfucker who purred constantly whenever i was around

she'd only ever appear in the early morning, when i was on my way to my shift or a midterm. about a week or two passed like this with me having no idea where she was for the rest of the day. turns out, according to said allergic family members, Allegra actually never left the house. she would hide on our roof or on our back porch's clutter or in our droopy lawn plants (like our sweetgrass) to hide from the outdoor cats or other dangers (she's a smart cat who hates the sound of cars and would hide whenever any one was particularly loud)

i'm pretty sure she's plenty well-cared for tho. in fact, i'm almost positive she's a very spoiled cat. for example, i have backups of everything x2. i have one of everything in my living area and a copy in my bedroom, should i need to close her in there when allergic family members are over (i also carry all the big allergy medication brands as a back-up in case i get a visitor who forgot to take their medication, which includes me being stocked with allegra the medication lmao) and then i also have a back-up of all her stuff in my closet should anything break. i always make sure all my windows are open when i leave for class/shifts so she can have "Cat TV" since birds do fly around the area. she has a ton of toys (she has a toy box actually) and i bought her multiple hideaways (like her shark pictured here; she also has a cactus that's pretty cute). also, ontop of having a good breakway collar, her microchip now reads my information. but yeah, im still working on the money to get her one more of everything for the house we visit for the holidays so i don't have to carry everything. i do a lot of research still-- on both cats and Siamese-- to make sure i am doing everything to make her happy, since her world is just me and our apartment now

i called out for her-- i had long since started calling her Allegra as a joke, because its a name of a popular allergy medication and so much of my family was allergic-- and shrugged sadly when she didn't come out. i had just put my stuff down to get my key out when i heard a familar crybaby. turns out, she had been sleeping in our sweetgrass and i had woken her up. she ran over and i called my family to take my things inside while i used the rest of my day to get her to a shelter. i put on a cat harness+leash before trying to out her in the cardboard box. don't buy cardboard boxes from Pet Co. they're shit. she broke out of it Alien style before i had even fully reversed out of the driveway. i had to improvise her leash into a seatbelt instead

but yeah. i say my favorite gremlin is dog-like because:

she has an overbite, so she looks like she's got her lip jutted out in a pout all the time. what's dog-like about it is this makes her slobber whenever she's excited or content (and i've grown up with mastiffs, who slobber so much you need 2 rags per room dedicated to their slobber)

hesitatingly, i called my only family member that was semi-local to see if he would be okay with fostering her until i was going to move (which was less than 6 months away) because, otherwise, i wasn't going to be able to keep her. and she was definitely going to be adopted immediately. he and his wife said of course, without hesitation. they were both huge cat lovers and they were, emotionally, my closest family members; so i had kept them in the loop about my cat quest. and they had already discussed potentially fostering Allegra, knowing my request was a possibility (read: probability). he drove over from his workplace to pick her up, with his own carrier, and drove the roughly 2 hours from our house back to his

she meows when people are at the door and greets them by begging for pets

she loves shoes. she steals my tennis shoes because she loves the laces and she will try to swat at them when im tying them. her claw getting stuck and forcing me to not continue has worked to make me late multiple times. but she also will lay down around my friends' feet and rub her face against their shoes, flipflops, and toes. one of my friends likes to joke that allegra has a foot fetish. she also can and will put her face into my tennis shoes and try to sleep like that. that's my bastard baby

i visited their house about once a week. except during finals, where i didn't visit for two or three weeks since i didnt have any exams so much as i had projects. (allegra was PISSED at me when i came back, my cuddly kitty refused to come near me and would run away when forcibly placed on my lap. she even swiped at me. by the next visit, she was grumpy but happier. by the one after that, everything was back to normal) i really liked visiting those family members too; it made us even closer. though it still annoys the male how much research i do about cat-care (as opposed to just accepting everything everyone tells me as gospel). i researched even down to "how to best pet a cat". i did this since, due to said allergic family members, i had never owned a cat and therefore didnt osmosisly process how to best care for one. i've also never been fully fauthful of people's advice that's based on "This is how we've/the media always done it". my history with mastiffs showed that not all breeds are the same and that you do have experts to utilize within your phone, and they are experts over peers for a reason. so i looked up dumbass questions like "how to best pet a cat" since i'm not an expert and Jackson Galaxy and friends are right there in my phone

she wants to play constantly. she loves tug of war the most, but anything involving chase has her going at full-speed

ive spoken to fellow cat-owners and mastiff-owners about this, and i thought this was interesting: when she isn't playing, she's sleeping. which is what mastiffs and cats do. and when i get up, she follows me. which is what our mastiffs do. and while i do stuff, she sits and waits by the doorway or else walks around my feet until i tell her to sit out of the way. which is what our mastiffs do. and then i go to sit down again, and she lays down as close as she can and goes back to sleep, which is what our mastiffs do. apparently, none of my friends cats do this; their cats just, at best, wake up to watch them leave and then their cats go back to sleep in the same place regardless of if they come back

Allegra likes to sleep at the foot of my bed for bedtime, at least for a majority of it

but, regardless if my worries, allegra seems happy! she cuddles with her claws out all the time (not sticking into my skin, just out) which is a sign of contentment. she'll also use her claws to keep me in place, like a fucking seatbelt (example pictured in post); it's where her claws will dig into the furniture and i cannot get up because of her, the possessive piece of shit. but she also gives me tons of Slow Blinks of I Love You. and she always runs to greet me at the door. and it's really funny how, anytime there's guests over, she tries to make it obvious that she's my favorite over (usually through politely tapping my leg with her paw to ask and recieve pets, and then giving everyone a very Cat Surrounded By Knives grin cuz i havent petted any of THEEEMMM lmao) she's hilarious

she doesn't like to be carried unless it means she's going with me somewhere outside the house. then she's as well-behaved as a chihuahua in a purse

she licks my hands all the time. and she licks my face to wake me up (at 4AM, Allegra, go aWAY)

she loves smelly clothes. the shoe part should tell you that much tho. for our mastiffs, we would leave them a smelly piece of clothing between washes to comfort via smell. Allegra, in a similar vein, was not impressed when i bought a laundry basket with a lid (almost carrying her to the communal laundry room once was enough, thank you!)

in the same vein as the clothes: she also loves blankets too. the more Me Smelling the blanket, the better (aka she doesn't like brand new blankets until its been like. month two or three of use). this is largely because i love blankets. but she kneads them, purring, even if im not using them. and when i am, she takes my using them as an invitation for cuddles

she sits whenever i tell her "NO" like 'who me? i was not doing a bad. i am but small creature'

she asks for a daily walk. she doesn't like the idea of being an outdoor cat. she just wants walks. like, she has lived several months not going outside and has been super happy. she made it clear on her adoption day that she was done with outside. she was perfectly content with being an indoor cat! still is, in a way! i ruined it. for myself. me. i was worried she wasn't being stimulated enough, so i experimented taking her on a walk and now i have created a monster. now she sits by the door and cries until i get out her harness and leash. which she hates her harness in a "no ball, only throw" kinda way. but she has also proven hates going outside alone since she is now ALSO scared of everything (remember those outdoor cats Allegra The Stray would hide from? how they would run away from strangers?? yeah. now that she has a Person, Allegra's turned into one of Them now). yeah.. she runs the fuck away (or as far as she can with a leash) from people she sees on her walks now. and it is pretty obvious she hates cars and dogs too, because when i have walked her outside of our new complex she is too petrified to move. like, she freezes even when just being close to a street. she likes our complex's janky carpeted hallways between the apartments, and she likes the ability to hide behind my legs. being an outdoor cat is something Allegra has decided she is not a fan of. if i try to change things up scenery-wise, she always asks to go home as soon as possible and runs into the apartment if our walks turn too much into what her life was before being adopted (aka. streets/cars, lawns, people walking). she wants walks. she LOVES and BEGS for walks. but not be outside. walks. even though she still hates her harness lmao

and that's Allegra! she's aproximately 2 years old, i've had her for less than a year, and she's assumedly a purebred Siamese cat. and she's also my ESA, or Emotional Support Animal. if applicable, a cuddly and loving pet is helpful for keeping mental health more stable. in my experience of getting one, it was fairly easy to get it permitted; especially a cat because they're super easy to get registered as compared to a dog. i am lucky enough to have regular physician as my doctor that empathizes with mental health and knows it not to be her area of expertise so much as the patient+their therapist (but also i have a history of attempted treatment on my medical record since i was 16), so my getting registered was literally just me asking for a doctor's note and her giving it to me near immediately. i can't take Allegra with me to classes or resteraunts or anything, nor do i even want to, but it forces apartments/hotels to HAVE to let me board with my ESA and to do so without an additional fee. however, i don't know if that's how ESAs work internationally or even in all of the states of America, the country where i live. but it definitely helps to have someone who needs me to get up everyday, who can never trigger me, who makes me laugh with their hijinks, and who cuddles with me regardless of if i have had a good day or bad day. Allegra is especially good at her job by being especially attentive whenever i am anxious. even if it's just me getting a little bit anxious because i'm late in turning an assignment in but have logically decided it doesn't matter because the assignment is only 2 points anyway, just turn it in late and don't focus on it; and she starts patting my leg almost continuously asking for pets inbetween rubbing herself on my legs. it's why i let her get away with never paying rent. i'm really glad she chose me. we both got really lucky with that decision ♡

i don't want to assume your situation, so i won't recommend an ESA for you so much as just remind you that they exist. i hope this all helps you feel supported and encouraged to continue to find the small wonders ♡♡♡

[gwilymay]

beer bottle blues ➳ (one-sided Brian May x OC)

❅ a "spin the bottle" au of @benhaardy 's "pretty girl" fic - Iris is not my OC!

warnings: one or two instances of swearing, suggestive language, smoking and drinking (lol idk)

word count: 1.7k

A/N: I was reading my old fics trying to get ideas and I as I read the last thing I wrote about a year ago, it reminded me a lot of my friend's (tagged above) fic. so to start out writing again, I decided to kinda rewrite the older fic into this newer one as an au of her fic. I mostly wrote this at 1am and I barely edited - enjoy, hopefully it doesn't suck too bad... the title is already bad lmaooo

also, if you don't know who the oc is, her bg, etc., it won't matter too much but if you want to read more of her go to the tagged user above!

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“Thank you,” Deacy finished his speech with a raise of his glass. He smiled and motioned to Brian, who was due to read next. “And now, if you’ll have Brian May continue on telling you another part of the story.”

Everyone clapped and cheered loudly. Brian took the mic from Deacy and waved to the guests. “Uh, good evening!” He cleared his throat and took a deep breath. He caught Iris’s eye, then Roger’s, and as the memories flooded into his thoughts, the words left his tongue.

⇜

“Ok darlings, we leave tomorrow! Let’s make the most out of now, shall we?” Freddie exclaimed, his band mates filing in through the door.

“I don't even get why you have to leave. Why not just record back at the old studio?” Iris asked Brian as they walked into the living room. They sat on the couch, and Brian took his hands in hers. “I’m sorry, love. Our deal with that studio ended, and besides, Freddie wants time away for some ‘inner peace’.” He squeezed her hands. “Don't worry - Mary will keep you company. You’ll both be missing our kisses, I’m sure,” he joked.

Iris gave a sad smile. “It's just… I’ll miss you so much.” Brian knew she was sincere, but for a second, she glanced at Roger, and her eyes betrayed her deeper thoughts.

Of course.

Before Brian could comfort her, to prove that he was better than Roger, that he could be everything she ever wanted, Romeo jumped up and nuzzled Iris, who smiled and lovingly stroked his fur, letting go of Brian’s hands. Brian internally sighed. It seemed as if, as hard as he tried, he could never replace Roger for Iris.

He leaned back into the couch, silently contemplating. Deacy ventured into the kitchen and returned with an unopened beer bottle, which Freddie grabbed and downed in a second. After thanking a confused Deacy, Freddie clapped his hands together and sat down elegantly on the floor, placing the bottle down in the middle of the rug. “Come, sit with me, my darlings!” Everyone followed, Iris being last. Brian held her hand - he knew she was worried. Iris just stared at nothing in particular, a blank expression on her face. Brian gently squeezed her hand again, snapping her out of her haze. She looked up at him and smiled, but he could tell something was wrong. She wasn't usually like this - the Iris he knew years ago was loud, sarcastic, badass. The Iris now… she was quiet and sad, and always lost in thought. Whenever she was asked if something was up, she’d dismiss it and say she was “just tired.

But he knew it was probably about Roger.

Brian couldn’t forget about their past feelings for each other - none of their friends could. Roger made her laugh and cry, made her love her life then hate herself again and again. Brian even thought she still loved him.

Iris leaned her head on his shoulder, and Brian made himself push his thoughts away. He had to be strong, even when she wasn't. For Iris. For them.

“Everyone ready?” Freddie asked. “Ok, who wants to go first?”

Deacy raised his hand. “Um, what exactly are we doing?” Freddie looked at him with his “are-you-serious” expression on his face. “What a stupid question. What does it look like?”

Everyone blinked. Freddie sighed. “It’s spin the bottle, you pricks, and whoever you spin on has to spend seven minutes in a room with you. Now I’m asking, who wants to go first?”

No one moved. Roger looked around the circle, and when he saw that no one else volunteered, of course, he did.

“Calm down Rog, the girls here aren't for you,” Freddie joked, to which Roger rolled his eyes at, “but maybe you can teach Deacy a thing or two.”

Avoiding a swat from Deacy, a grinning Freddie passed the bottle to a glaring Roger, who rubbed his hands together before he spun it. He took one last glance at the whole group, then twisted his hand to spin the bottle.

Brian looked at Iris, who was biting her lip in worry. To her relief, it didn’t land on her.

It landed on Brian.

“Shit,” Brian whispered.

Roger looked up at him, wide-eyed. Mary pursed her lips, trying not to laugh. Freddie jokingly winked at Brian, reached over behind Mary, and slapped Roger on the back, grinning. Deacy just smiled and shook his head. “At least it wasn't me!”

Freddie led the two men to the closet under the stairs and slammed the door shut. Once the door clicked closed, everyone burst into laughter.

“Well…” Roger said awkwardly, shoving his hands into his pockets. Thankfully, though, the closet was a large storage closet that didn’t have much stuff in it. Roger backed up to make more room for the tall Brian, and they both sat on the floor.

“So how’s it been?” Roger asked him, his usual cool expression back on his face. Brian didn't know what to say. He wanted to hate Roger, for causing Iris so much pain, for being so perfect that Iris couldn't give anyone else as much love as she had given him. But alas, there they were, forced to talk in Freddie’s stupid closet for seven whole minutes.

“Brian? You there, mate?” Roger waved a hand in front of Brian’s face to get his attention.

“Oh, uh, sorry.” Brian cleared his thoughts again. “It’s been ok. Iris and I are going to be seperated, with our recording of the new album, though, so that’s a bummer.”

“Aww, you’ll be fine,” Roger exclaimed, patting Brian��s back, his hand lingering there for a moment before coming back down to pull a cigarette out of his pocket. He lit it, placing the other end between his teeth. He leaned back on the wall, chin tilted slightly up as he took a drag. Brian just sat there. “Um… what about you?”

Roger just smiled, small and sly. “Nothing interesting, maybe a few fun nights here and there but other than that, no.” He took another drag.

Brian smiled but shook his head. “Same old Roger,” he teased. He looked back at Roger, whose expression changed. Suddenly Brian regretted what he said. “Sorry. It’s your life. I shouldn't have-” Roger held up his hand, silencing Brian.

To his surprise, Roger wasn't angry. Instead, he had a sad smile on his face, similar to Iris’s earlier. “It’s ok. I know the rest of you think of me that way. And, well you're not wrong.” He let out a long sigh, smoke escaping from his lips. Hesitantly, he continued, “Ever since I broke up with Iris, I’d had nothing. No one. So, I went back to my old habits. Girls, parties, smoking, buncha shit like that.

“I missed her like hell - if I’m being honest, I still do. God, I care for her a lot… A-and I know you’re with her,” he quickly added. “You probably think I hate you, for dating my ex.”

Surprised, Brian started to talk, but Roger shushed him once more. “But… I chose to let her go. I let her go because I knew I couldn't be good for her. I know she hates me. But she’s better off now, right? She’s with you. You're a much better partner for her, someone more reliable, trustworthy, loyal… and I’m glad it was you she decided to love again. So, um, thank you. Take care of her for me. Promise.”

Roger looked up at Brian, with so much sincerity in his eyes that Brian realized he couldn't hate him. He just wanted what was best for Iris. They both did.

Brian opened his mouth to say something, to tell him thank you, that yes, he would take care of Iris, but the door burst open and Freddie walked in. “Alright darlings, it’s been seven minutes!”

Roger got up first, smoothing down his shirt as if the last seven minutes didn't happen. Brian absentmindedly followed suit, lost in thought. During the questionably long walk through Freddie’s house from the closet to the living room, Brian tried to make sense of what Roger had told him. Was it true? Or was Roger just messing with him? Is he really that big of an asshole? To admit that he still cared for his ex, but also made Brian promise to take care for her instead of him, made Brian feel even more guilty for hating Roger.

Then as quickly as he processed everything, they were back in the living room.

Brian’s eyes immediately darted to Iris, who was staring at something behind him.

It was, of course, Roger.

Trying to forget everything running through his head, Brian sat down next to Iris. He managed to whisper a “Hey, love,” before Freddie’s voice filled the room once more, picking Deacy as the bottle’s next victim.

As Deacy span the bottle, Brian looked back at Roger, who was also looking at Iris, pain visible in his eyes. Suddenly, Roger looked up at Brian, and after a long, seeming endless sad gaze, looked back down at the bottle.

And Brian knew what he had to do.

⇝

Brian snapped back to the present. He felt painful tears in his eyes, but blinked them away quickly as he told the audience about the party and how Iris and Roger fell in love again after years of being apart, not even mentioning his history with Iris.

Because he didn’t want them to know the truth. An important turn in their lives - maybe even the most important - that led to everything that happened after that party. As he finished, handed Freddie the mic, and sat down, he decided to reflect on what really happened.

⇜

Not knowing that Brian was observing her, Iris kept glancing at Roger fricken Taylor, the person who captured and broke Iris’s heart, leaving Brian with small remnants of what was once there.

She still loved him. He could see it in her eyes. She looked like a teenager again. Iris Marchesi, the broken girl whose first love left her behind. Iris Marchesi, whose feelings never faded away.

And neither did Roger’s.

And that’s something Roger would have to tell her himself.

But for that to happen, Brian would have to let go of Iris.

And because he loved her, more than she would ever love him, he did.

He let her go.

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A/N: yikes um i'm sorry if this sucked and barely had a plot pls don’t bully me

[killmongersbootycall]

Princess 👑

Description:

Jamilah is a spoiled rich girl who doesn’t know when to stop acting up. Her doting father who never knows when to stop her in her tracks is scared to realization when she nearly kills herself in a drunken episode. New body guards are needed on the double. Then walks in Erik Stevens. Read as their lives intertwine in ways that are good, and some that are not so great. Besides, Erik seems to be hiding something. What is it? Read to find out.

(Minor Spanking, Minor Fondling, Angst, Flirting.)

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Chapter 4

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You’re a more than a little disappointed when for the next few days, Erik straight up ignores you as best as he can. What really grinds your gears though is how he pretends he can’t see how pissed off you are, no matter how much you show it. You hate it. The feeling of not getting your way. You always got what you wanted, be it through your fathers money or through your charms. Hell, even threats worked in your favor. But Erik was immune to it all, and that was really frustrating. You wanted him to pay attention to you. Yeah, he’s your bodyguard and he kinda has no choice in that but you craved it in another way. You wanted him to want you like everyone else did. It was the first time in your life someone didn’t react to you as everyone else did and that was beyond annoying.

Your yellow acrylic nails tap rhythmically against the table in front of you. You pop your gum loudly, ignoring the way customers seated in the fancy restaurant you were in flinched, glancing at you occasionally, disgust in their eyes. You glare at a particular woman who whispers to her husband about you and she stiffens and turns quickly back to her meal. Unbeknownst to you, it’s Erik’s glare from behind you that spooks her. You uncross and cross your legs under the table, getting impatient. Your father and his ‘wife’ were supposed to be at the table with you, but they both had to mysteriously use the bathroom at the same time.

The two come back to the table giggling, your fathers usually pristine hair a mess and his ‘wife’s’ face flushed. You roll your eyes, irritation rising in you and slight embarrassment due to the fact that Erik was here to see all this.

“Jam, I hope we didn’t keep you waiting to long. The line was... absurd.” Your father says, a guilty smile slipping into his face.

You love your father, so to keep the peace, you smile back at him and nod. “It’s no problem, daddy.” You reply sweetly.

He smiles back in satisfaction, his hand coming up to caress your cheek to which you beam at him. Your stepmother watches on with narrowed eyes.

“Ahem.” She clears her throat, bringing up a napkin to dab at her lips. You can’t help but roll your eyes and look at her.

Delores Manchester. At least, she used to be Manchester. You refused to acknowledge the fact that you both now shared the same last name. The woman was the devil in disguise. Your father had married her about two year ago and she would be another on his very, very long list of ex wives. Normally, you would never have bothered yourself in whatever new gold digger your father married, knowing they’d be around for a year at most, but Delores had lasted, and not only did that make you worry, but there was also something about her. She’d always sneak off to make phone calls, or disappear for days on end telling you father she had a business trip (obvious lie because what ex-model goes on business trips). Something about her was off, but in all honesty, you didn’t care enough to investigate. You just didn’t like the bitch, period.

“So, Jamilah honey-“

“Don’t call me honey.” You say interrupting her midsentence.

She falters and her eyes momentarily become cold but it’s just for a second, and then she’s beaming at you in that fake stepmother way stepmothers do when they’re trying to impress their husbands. Your father silently watches on, too pussy to say anything to his new wife.

“Ahem, Jamilah. How is everything with the business?” She asks, taking a sip of her wine.

You immediately get irritated. You had a side business running. A hair salon. The problem is that for some strange reason, it was like god didn’t wanna see you prosper, so there was always something wrong with the store. Mysterious fire. Robbery. Hell, y’all even had a lice outbreak once.

“It’s great. Business is booming.” You reply smugly.

A flash of amusement blooms in Delores’ eyes and you narrow yours at her for a second. It’s gone though. She nods with a plastic smile.

“That’s wonderful. About time really.” She says, a deeminging smirk on her face.

You feel your blood boil. “Excuse me?” You ask, finger digging into the table.

“I mean, some would say this idea of yours is the literal definition of insanity. All signs point to this... facility, of yours failing, and every time something heinous happens, you build it up from scrap again. I’m just worried as your mother, that’s all.” She states, all the while smiling and sipping.

You see red and you move to get up, but a hand on your shoulders sends you right back down to your seat and firmly holds you there. You turn around and see Erik looking at you with a cautious look, and you turn back around after taking a deep breath.

“Firstly, you’re not my mother. Second, don’t be worried about me and my business, we’re fine. Worry about how much longer your gonna keep your claws in my father cus from what I’ve seen over the years, your time is running out.” You reply, hate spewing into each word that comes from your mouth.

Your fathers hands slam the table. You jump and look at him. The whole restaurant has gone silent, and your father looks at you with anger in his eyes.

“That is enough. She’s asking because she cares Jamilah. Don’t you see that?” He asks, and it breaks your heart to see the pain in his eyes.

“But daddy, she-“

“I don’t wanna hear it, Jam.” He interrupts. You fall silent, and Erik’s hand on your shoulder softens, almost comforting you.

Tears well in your eyes and you get up from the chair, the sudden movement making Delores jump. You glare at her then at your dad before snatching up your purse and practically running out of there. You run to the main entrance and exit, then whip your phone out and call your limo driver. You wait for the limo not even noticing Erik behind you.

He clears his throat, not liking the awkward atmosphere. You turn around and see that its him, and a wave of anger comes over you. You dont mean to do it, but you immediatley take your anger out on him.

“What the hell makes you think you can touch me? What was that in there? You seem to forget that I’m the one who fucking pays you. I’m the one who lets you have food on your fucking table. Keep pissing me off and I will fire your ass faster than you can say ‘oops’.” You yell at him. At the end of your rant, your panting loudly.

Erik’s face is blank, and bored with the lack of reaction from him, you turn away from him with a huff. Behind you though, Erik silently seethes, and it takes the strength and patience of his ancestors not to each you the lesson you so deprately deserve. The limo pulls up and you step in, sitting far away from Erik. Erik enters and sits, still not speaking.

“Where to, Ma’am?” Your driver asks from the pane that seperates you from him. 

“Anubis. Step on it. I’m tryna get drunk tonight.” You reply with an eyeroll.

You hear a scoff next to you and turn your head just as Erik speaks.

“No you not. Straight home, Reggie. Thank you.” Erik says, then closes the pane.

You stare at him baffled. “Um, ex-fucking-scuse me? I said Anubis and I meant that shit.” You seethe, leaning forward to open the pane. 

Eriks hand stops you, yanking you back to your seat. You gasp when your butt makes impact with the chair and turn to look at Erik. 

“Sit down and shut up. You’re going home.” He says then looks away.

You’re reaction is instant. You hand collides with his cheek hard, a smacking sound resonating through the back seat. Your palm stings from the contact, so your sure Erik felt it. He doesn’t move for a second, just staring ahead, then his head turns towards you. His hand moves to the pane and opens it, his eyes not leaving yours.

“Reggie?” 

“Yes?”

“When I close this, this shit becomes sound proof, right?”

“Yes.”

“Aight, just checking.” The hand on the pane shuts it, then moves away.

In a sudden movement, Erik grabs you and you squeal as your sent sprawling over his lap. You bring your arms to brace yourself while asking what the hell he’s doing, but those arms are grabbed and yanked behind you, held securely against your back by one of Erik’s hands. You struggle and kick, but it’s useless.

“What the fuck? Let me up Erik!” You scream, feeling your face go hot from both the position your in and rage.

“Shut up.” He says, calm as can be.

You buck and fight, trying your hardest to get free from this man.

“You can’t talk to me like that you fucking bitch! Let me go right now! Erik, right no-“

Smack!

All thoughts in your head halt, as do the words leaving your mouth. It takes a second for you to register that the loud smack you heard and the stinging pain on your ass correlate. You look at the black leather car seat in shock.

“When I say something Jamilah, I mean that shit.” He grits, repharasing your words in a way that would usually leave you seething, but you’re in too much shock to react.

Seconds go by without you saying anything, but then common sense seeps back into you.

“Erik, let me up.” You say, and it borderline sounds like your begging because you didn’t mean for your voice to be that soft.

“No. Now shut up.” He repeats.

Your anger flares again and you put your head up to say something but another slap lands on your ass and all that leaves you is a gasp of pain.

You lay there silently for what seems like forever but is only a couple of seconds, and what brings you back to your senses again is the feeling of Erik pulling your skirt up.

“No wait!” You squeal, kicking your legs in an attempt to go free again.

He ignores you and pulls it up anyway, leaving your black lace panty covered ass on display. You whimper and struggle again, but it’s futile, so you give up, slumping against him.

Your breath hitches when his fingers are suddenly against your clit, your panties the only thing blocking him. You want to yell at him and ask him what he’s doing, but what leaves your mouth is a keen of need instead. His fingers don’t move much, just pressing slightly over and over again, and he’s so quiet, you don’t think he even realizes he’s doing it.

Erik watches as your thighs spread open more, as if inviting him. That, and the sound of his name slipping from your lips in an airy, hungry tone snap him back to reality. His hand moves and your skirt is pulled back down.

Your hands are realeased and your pushed back up. Your eyes try to meet his, but he’s doing everything to avoid yours. You stare at him for a moment, your hands fidgeting, and as you open your mouth to comment on what just happened, Reggie’s voice fills the back.

“We’ve arrived, Madam.” He says.

You glance out the window and see people walking in and out of the building you reside in. This is usually a normal sight, but what makes a frown of confusion and curiosity slip onto both yours and Erik’s face is the fact that some of these people are obvious law enforcement while others have the word ‘coroner’ in large yellow print on the back of their navy jackets.

Your door opens and you startle, then you notice Erik had exited and was opening up your door for you. Your eyes meet his. His deep brown pools capture you in their gaze and for a moment, you’re distracted by the havoc moving in and out of the building you live in. You distinctly see his lips move and your snapped back to reality.

“What?” You ask stupidly.

Erik holds back a smile and repeats himself. “I said come out the car Jamilah.”

You nod and step out unto the side walk, then turn towards your building where a line of freaking yellow tape is being drawn. Your eyes widen and you walk towards the doors, only to be stopped by a cop.

“Um, sorry, but you’re gonna have to take your... business, elsewhere Hon.” He says, his eyes on your cleavage the whole time.

You feel your blood boil at the assumption that your a prostitute. What made it all the more upsetting is that you weren’t even dressed like a working girl normally would. This was an expensive ass dress that met the top of your knees. The assumption was based clearly off the color of your skin and that made you wanna rip this pigs head off. You open your mouth to speak but your stopped when Erik takes a step next to you.

“She lives here.” He plainly explains, his eyes trained on the cop with a glare that would freeze hell.

The cop barely holds back his scoff, but his eye roll makes it clear that he doubts your residence. You stare at the cop, arms crossing ass you prepare to tear him a new one, but your interrupted.

“Madam! What is happening here? Officer, let her in right this instant!” Timothy, the manger of said establishment berates, ushering the cop away from the entrance in order to let you in.

The officers shock couldn’t be more apparent, and an ugly hue of pink rises to his face, further reddening his already flushed tone. Erik visibly holds back his words, his jaw working away as he grits his teeth in rage. His hand finds its way to the dip of your back as he turns to walk in but you stop. You turn to the officer who stares at you in distaste and you pull out a card from your purse. You hand it to him and with a sneer, you tell him to expect a call from that number. You turn and walk away heading for the front desk with Erik in tow, and behind you, you miss the blood drain from the officers face as he reads the number of the city’s mayor.

The desk worker smiles and immediately attends to you, walking back to bring you your mail. Meanwhile, you watch the chaos around you. At the bar, not so far from where you and Erik are standing, different people do different tasks, dusting for prints, bagging what appears to be eveidence of some sort, talking animatedly. You listen in on a conversation a waiter is giving to what seems to be a detective.

“- and he just starts convulsing. First, I thought he was having a fit or something, but then the foaming at the mouth turns red and soon he’s just choking on his own blood. Everyone that had run to help him panics thinking it was ebola or some shit like that. Fucking scared the hell out of me, that’s for sure. I ran to the kitchen like my ass was on fire.” He explains animatedly.

“And did you notice anything unusual?” The detective asks, jotting notes.

“Nah. Like I said, ass on fire.” He finishes with a shrug.

“Here’s your mail ma’am.”

You turn back to the desk clerk and collect your mail, sifting through it as you turn away from her. You walk towards the elevators and for a while on your way up, you forget that Erik is even there. That is of course until you get to your room.

You look up when you hear a throat clear. You glance at him and register that he’s been there the whole time. Then of course, flashes of what happened in the car come flooding your mind and if you were pigmented challenged, you’d be a bright red color.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Sleep well.” He says.

“Um yeah.” You reply, and you mentally curse yourself for being so dry.

The silence following is slightly awkward. You break it.

“What was that in the car?” You ask, suddenly brave.

Erik balks, not expecting the question, but he quickly answers.

“Honestly, you pissed me off.” He says, nonchalant in a way that aggravates you.

“So that makes you think it’s okay to put your hands on me?” You hiss, frown forming on your face.

He scoffs and crosses his arms. He takes a step towards you and the effect is instant. You stiffen and basically break your neck to maintain eye contact. Erik gazed down at you with a look so intense, you can’t help the shuddered sigh that leaves you. His dimples come out to dazzle, a little smirk forming on his lips.

“Baby, if I was putting hands on you, you’d know.” He speaks deeply, and though there’s no reason for you to take this in a filthy way, that’s all that you hear and it’s sets you on fire.

You stutter as you attempt to answer but he takes a step back, still smirking. He presses in the button for the lobby.

“Goodnight Jamilah.”

Just as you were about to speak, the elevator door closes in your face, and you left in the silence of your apartment.

“Huh.”