#gosh I hope he disintegrates

[peapodfics]

Recording a fic that has a line where Dazai yawns. Naturally, I resorted to the dungeon scene before we see Chuuya for the first time for an sfx...

I'M SORRY- WHY DOES HE SOUND LIKE THAT- 😭😭😭 HE'S LEGIT MOANING I CAN'T-

[tsandoll]

i will start here: his broad shoulders and back? i want to leave scratches all over it. i don't particularly fancy hickeys but marking someone as pretty as him up with scratches all over his back? yes! absolutely.

i'm disintegrating. both because i was on my feet almost the whole day today but also because park sungho. gosh... after such a long day of work i'd love to come home to him in nothing but sweatpants and that tank top.... i want him to kiss me senseless 😞 take away my stress and exhaustion!!! gosh.

🏃🏻‍♀️💨💨💨💨

hope u got some good rest <3 coming home to him in sweats and a tank ugh,, just the sight of him like this would bring an overwhelming sense of comfort and joy, he's just so house husband material,, like imagine if he was cooking your favorite meal ughhh. he'd greet you with a kiss that felt as though he'd waited forever to touch lips with you. scratching his shoulders always sends shivers down his spine, whether you do it to mark him or to just leave your touch on his skin he's letting out a pretty sigh at the feeling. marking him up turns him on so much because he's a slightly possessive person so i feel like he really loves when you're the same, his skin would turn the prettiest shade of reds and purples when you suck marks into his skin, leaving him a little symbol of how much he's yours <3

[alexanderlightweight]

I was going through all of the writings that you have posted and rediscovered the Kelpie au. So if you have more of it that has not been posted, can we have another taste? I just love it

oh gosh so most of kelpie!au hasn't been posted because it's at like 20k and it's mostly smut.

so i'll have to post to ao3 and post links here probably

here we go! i picked something some that file with Cat & Alec since i wasn't sure if you wanted nsfw/sfw and i've only posted sfw for that fic so far i think

its finally named undertow because @saeths insisted

lumine

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Brunch relaxes again and Cat thinks she could get used to this again, seeing her family happy and being happy with them

Later, when it’s more night than day and Ragnor has convinced Magnus to follow him to his library, Cat sits alone with Alec. 

“Tell me?” She asks quietly, hoping he will. Normally she would ask Magnus directly, but she never wants to put that look on his face again. 

“I’m not really sure I understand it. It doesn’t make sense to me. I mean I don’t know why Magnus does most things.” Alec pauses and takes a slow sip of his drink. .

“I’ve been mostly eating the foods Magnus is introducing me to, but it’s not quite the same. Most of it is delicious but it’s not filling. So he hunted me a meal, took me to a lovely little grotto and insisted on watching.

“It didn’t go well?” Cat asks in surprise. “Magnus has never been squeamish.” 

She, Ragnor and Magnus have all participated in the deep rituals. They’ve all eaten still beating hearts and cracked the bones of the Elders to suck down the marrow and claim the power in them. 

Alec scoffs and shakes his head. “No, he was actually pretty excited at first. And then I got about three bites in and got a mouthful of ash for the fourth. He disintegrated the body and dragged me home and then kissed the taste of blood from my mouth for hours before he let me sleep.”

Cat blinks. 

This is not the problem she was expecting.

“He tried to explain it. Something about how he can’t stand me being so intimate with anyone else.” Alec actually snorts, a dry sound, “apparently, even if it’s a corpse. Which is normally fine. Except eventually I’ll need to eat and it’s going to upset him. He’s already upset that he ruined my meal. He just also doesn’t regret it, which upsets him more. I think maybe he’s not used to having so little control of himself.”

Cat blows out a breath and looks across to where Ragnor and Magnus disappeared.  

“I’ll look into it, see if I can’t find something that will help keep you healthy until Magnus figures it out.” 

Alec shrugs, like it doesn’t really matter to him. 

“I don’t really mind. Magnus is the one who is really suffering.”

“Oh?” Cat asks with a raise of her brow and Alec grins, a mischievous little grin that just oozes smugness.

“No more blowjobs for him. I can’t control my instincts when I’m this hungry and neither of us want to risk his cock. He’ll break and find a way around it before I get too hungry. 

Cat laughs and shakes her head, relief flooding through her.

“Alright then. I’ll send over some tinctures and supplements. They’ll keep you healthy until this gets worked out. Ragnor and I will intervene if needed.” And they would, because to keep Magnus safe and sane, they needed Alec healthy and whole. 

Alec looks at her carefully and then he smiles, his-too-sharp-too-many teeth gleaming and Catarina remembers suddenly that he too is a predator.

And he chose to be prey. 

“Thank you, Catarina. But we’ll be fine. Magnus will figure out his instincts sooner or later. I’m very good at waiting.”

There is a wealth of hidden meaning and Cat nods, looking at Alec with a new light. 

“Call me Cat.” She offers, the first time she has and Alec nods, respectfully acknowledging the change. 

He reaches out and presses his knuckles to hers gently, “I’m Magnus’ Alexander, call me Alec.”

Magic sparks between them and Cat smiles as the magic of names settles smoothly between them.

Alec withdraws his knuckles and raps them against the second, empty glass with a sigh.

“I liked this one. Which one was it?”

She summons a new one and tells him. Alec takes a moment to stare at the glass in betrayal before he picks it up with a sigh.

“Magnus is going to be obnoxious, just so you know.” He warns and Cat smiles at the dry humor in his tone.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I  liked the barley tea.” Alec rolls his eyes, “Magnus is going to take this as inarguable proof that he’s right.  Next thing I know, he’ll be trying to make me oats and molasses again. And I don’t think I’ll get away with accidentally knocking it off the balcony this time.” He gives her a morose, pathetic look. “He put up wards the third time I accidentally knocked food off. Apparently it landed on some mundane and nearly killed him. But Magnus was more worried about why I was being so clumsy than the mundane. I told him it was allergies and now he won’t even let me go to the park without warding me for protection… against pollen.” 

And Cat laughs. She’s still laughing when Ragnor and Magnus rejoin them. The pair are red cheeked and bright eyed and Cat knows they’ve had a delightful and scathing disagreement about literature.

Ragnor is clearly pleased to see her happy and Magnus flutters like a hummingbird. He presses a delighted kiss to her forehead and hugs her from behind for a moment and then darts over to Alec. He’s hovering around him, little tiny constant touches and Alec merely leans into them, smiling up at Magnus with a softness that transforms his face. 

Her boys are doing well and Cat finds she doesn’t mind adding another to the number she claims. 

Not this time.

[hydrate-or-diedrate]

day 16 of reading homestuck we're starting act 6 act 4

XBOX

land of mounds and xenon and fake ass stonehenge

oo centipede skeleton monsters

I won't lie I had to restart the animation twice because I kept trying to live react in another window on my laptop and it just didn't work so we're back to the phone lol

Eeheehee light squiggles

Xbox pyramidsss

Pyramids and neon

Tombs and krypton

I really hope we're not skipping over the part I care about (Dirk confessing to Jake already smh)

No and I don't believe you actually

WELL FUCK ME, ACT 6 INTERMISSION 4 I GUESS

Caliborn(derogatory)

He's ruining her art book 😭

Damn Caliborn, it's almost like a session of 1 person doesn't fucking work

"A stupid note is produced. It's the one assholes play to make their audience start punching themselves in the crotch repeatedly."

BLINKY RED DOT

Roxy you're making very few spelling mistakes, it's scaring me

GAMZEE YOU SON OF A FUCK

Sir this is not a Wendy's please leave

I hate the codpiece still

Well shit okay fuckin bye

The 4th wall is disintegrating yet again. Which 4th wall are we on now? Number 3 or so? Would it still be the 4th wall or can we call it the 7th wall?

To be fair to Caliborn, he is correct that Gamzee was dreadful and purple

But also the computer guy is right Caliborn you're a shitty little prepubescent dumbass

Gamzee how the actual hell are you still alive

Oh gosh bass boosted elevator music

OH GOD THE WEBSITE

Yaldabaoth

I can't wait to find out what The Choice is

HoOoRnK.

Caliborn stop fetishizing lesbians

Aaaaand end of act 6 intermission 4

[frozenwolftemplar]

Writer's Month Day 17: At a Wedding

(oh gosh, 17 already?!?)

Fandom: Tangled: the Series

Rating: G

Summary: Eugene talks to Cass at Trevor's seal wedding and comes to some sobering realizations about the aftermath of the debacle at the Great Tree.

So...I *meant* to write just something fun and silly, but then Cass's Burned Arm showed up and it became Angst. Oops? This plays with some of the themes I touched upon in 'Burned but not Broken' , including societal attitudes towards a disfiguring injury, albeit from Eugene's perspective. This is perhaps one of the pieces I'm most proud of for this month, so I hope you'll give it a glance.

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“Ugh!” Cass glowered out at the rapidly darkening sky though the open flap of the tent. “That’s the whole day! I told Raps we could only stay for an hour tops."

“Cass Cass Cass Cass...” Eugene shook his head patronizingly as he leaned back against the cake table, arms crossed casually across his chest. “It’s Rapunzel. At a wedding. For animals that could arguably be called cute by someone who can overlook the fact that they smell like fish. Did you really think you’d be able to drag her away before they started literally kicking guests out?”

Cass stabbed her slice of cake with an asperity previously unknown to desserts in answer.

Eugene edged a little further away from Cass, one wary eye on her fork all the while (because if anyone could turn a utensil designed for nothing tougher than pudding into a deadly weapon, it’d be Cass). “I’m just saying, look at her!” He gestured towards his girlfriend, deep in animated conversation with a dandily-dressed man who, judging by the way he kept pointing at the banners and bouquets and ice sculpture (nice, but it couldn't hold a candle to those giant swans Rapunzel for some reason thought were tacky), must have been the decorator. “Something like this is a Rapunzel paradise!”

"Guess it’s true, then," Cass remarked ruefully, popping a forkful of cake in her mouth. "One man’s Paradise is another man’s Hell."

Hmph. For someone chowing down on sugar-drenched dessert, Cass sure was sour tonight. “What number slice of cake is that for you?”

“Second.”

Eugene arched a brow and glanced at the neat stack of empty plates behind Cass on the table, definitely more than two high, but thought better of it when she glanced out the flap again. If the sky could've been murdered with a look, she’d have done it.

Eugene frowned. Cass had been no stranger to speaking her thoughts on Rapunzel's thousand and one detours, but did she always have to be so huffy about it? Especially when today's detour was a non-life-threatening, magic-free, surprisingly good party considering it was a seal wedding? At the very least she could be grateful Trevor went with a normal, human-edible cake flavor instead of halibut

Showing people how to look on the bright side was usually Rapunzel's forte, but he'd picked up a few pointers over the years.

“Look.” Eugene straightened and moved to stand in front of Cass, slicing the air with his hand and doggedly looking away from the hand holding the fork (because she was punishing that cake and yeesh). “I know you’re eager to get back to hoofin’ it on the road for hours on end and sleeping on bare rock.” (God, he missed the caravan). “No doubt in part because it's been absolutely destroying my hair and complexion. But it’s been a rough trip for all of us, between Pincosta and that whole curse business, not to mention the Hell that went down at the Great Tree-“

At the mention of that latest misadventure, Eugene found his eyes involuntarily drifting down to Cass's right arm, the one responsible for the tremble rattling the cake plate, and his tongue froze. All thoughts of forcing rose-tinted glasses on Cassandra disintegrated as the cake and other dainties sitting in his own stomach soured.

The Tree had been Hell for all of them, but most of all for her.

He hadn’t seen the burn; he’d been pretty out of it when they escaped the Great Tree, and by the time the fog cleared from his head she was already wearing the impenetrable armor that concealed it from view.

Rapunzel had seen it, but the one time he tried to press her for details, she’d uncharacteristically clammed up and said it wasn’t their business (which was odd, because since when was other people’s personal lives *not* Rapunzel’s business?). The only definitive he got out of her that the injury was *Cass’s* fault (which was somewhere odder since he’d seen Cass in battle and it was the one time he would deign to admit she was actually better than him at something).

As far as what lay beneath the armor, he had been effectively kept in the dark by both girls. But he wasn’t blind; when you’re the best thief in the Seven Kingdoms, you learn how to pick up on things. The perpetual wince lurking just under Cass’s carefully neutral mask, the way she fumbled her way through basic training exercises as she tried to force some semblance of her old swordswoman skill into her clumsy (don’t tell her he said that) left, the way she hung back dragging her feet behind the rest of the group instead of assuredly striding out front, snapping at him and Lance to pick up the pace.

And when she, the committed early riser, strode into camp just as the rest of them were getting up? He caught the dampness in her eyes.

It was bad. The sort of injury you don’t come back from, and the thought that Cass, capable, snarky, dauntless, cut-that-out-Fitzherbert-or-I’ll-make-you Cass was now a cripple...

Never in his life had he thought he’d feel sympathy for Cass, or want to hug her of all things, and yet here he was.

Cass followed his gaze, and for a moment he saw something flash across her face. Fear, maybe? Shame? Grief? But it was gone the next minute, replaced by a teeth-baring grimace that sent a passing waiter doing an about face.

“And?”

Her spat remark, a dare for him to say anything about what the armor hid, brought Eugene back. Because of course she wouldn’t want that. Once word got out (and it would, secrets were impossible to keep in Corona), she’d be trapped in a world where everyone looked at her with pity in their eyes, if they bothered to turn them her way at all. Nothing would be as it was, and as much as he wished he could stop that from happening...the best thief in the Seven Kingdoms also knows when things are beyond his control.

But things between them? Yeah, *that* he could make sure stayed exactly the same.

Clearing his throat, he crossed his arms smugly over his chest once again and slipped on a cocksure mask to match her defiant one. “I’m just saying, Dragon Lady, it wouldn't kill you to kick back, relax, and have a little fun.” (That arm might, though- he kicked aside the intruding thought).

The growl he could practically see building in Cass’s throat tapered off and the grimace became a (relatively) tame scowl. “We did that in Hookhand’s caravan earlier today. And even if we hadn’t spending an entire afternoon at a *seal wedding* is absurd!”

...Fair point.

“And as for fun, the last wedding we went to was way more fun than this!”

Eugene blinked, incredulous. “Seriously?!? I was bound and about to marry against my will, Lance was dying of poison, and you all had to fight your way through a crime boss’s pack of goons to get to the altar.”

Cass sighed wistfully, scraping her fork across the plate to collect the last lingering globs of icing. “Good times.”

“What is wrong with you?”

“Not as much that’s wrong with whoever spent all this coin on a *seal wedding.*”

Eugene swept his gaze around the tent, taking in once again the silk tablecloths, crystal stemware filled with forty-year vintage, and the pile of ostentatiously wrapped presents, all of which he’d shaken and none of which held anything worth less than a pouch stuffed with silvers.

“Yeah, that's fair.” Then, as Cass set aside her picked-clean plate onto the stack and gingerly crossed her arms (he pretended her didn't notice the wince), added with a mostly-real grin, "Hate to see what Trevor does for a baby shower."

The sound she made wasn’t quite a laugh, and she didn’t grin like he’d hoped, simply looked a little less severe, but he decided to count that as a win.

There was more that needed to be said, weightier things, quieter things, deeper things than jokes and teases and those little put downs neither truly meant that marked their conversations. He could see that in her downcast eyes as well. But Eugene kept mum.

That’s what Cass would want, after all; she hated people prying into her life, she’d told him so herself. And while placing a standing offer on the table that if she ever wanted to talk he’d be happy to listen (he really would) wouldn’t qualify as prying...well, he was committed to providing her with normalcy, right? Yeah. And touchy-feely soul bearing conversations weren’t what ‘normal’ looked like between them. That was it. This decision was what Cass would want.

(and no, this wasn’t the coward’s way out; *no one* short of Rapunzel and the Captain would *willingly* make such an offer, that’s his story and he's sticking to it).

Still, he might have said something more, he might have...

But Rapunzel appeared, babbling excitedly about the decorator Eugene just *had* to meet because he had *so many* ideas for their wedding, and dragged him away without so much as a glance Cass’s way.

He did, though, looking briefly over his shoulder.

The gaiety of the wedding seemed to shrink from Cass, leaving her in a gray, shadowy hollow, crippled arm curled protectively against her chest, and a pang lanced through his own.

Never had she looked so alone.

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Author's Note: I love Eugene; I think we all do. I'm not trying to cast shade on him or anything like that. But for some people, it's hard knowing what to say to a person who's life has just been irrevocably changed for the worst, and that's what I was trying to capture here, while also accounting for his failure to really mention her injury in canon. I hope you enjoyed!

[krenenbaker]

The new Halloween cards might actually kill me I fear

oh my gosh, I just took a look at them and

HELLO??

they're all GORGEOUS. hope you don't mind if I just dump some of my thoughts here...

Floyd is so silly goofy, Vil is almost ethereal, Jade is so dignified!! AND KALIM'S SSR??? OH MY!! but what's really going to put me six feet under?

CATER AND TREY.

Cater has that intensity that he has in some of his cards that's jshhsjssbkjhd and suits him so well? HIS HAIR TUCKED INTO HIS HAT AAAAA

AND TREY! shdhsnakdhd those suspenders and that little clover pouch... bag... ornament... thing are such a good look!! AND HIS LITTLE SMILE OUGH *disintegrates into dust* HE LOOKS SO GOOD!! I can't believe that's a R card!!

Basically... yeah, I can feel you on the new cards being likely to kill you because BUD, ME TOO!!

[gumball-gleam]

commentary pt2

Awww Yugi waiting. They left him hanging. Cmon I know Ryou made you mad, Aigami and you're doing the punishment shtick. But this is sooo rude being late and getting his hopes up just to flake.

Shadi's philosophy teaching circle?? Who let this guy around children. its so jarring to see him be "fleshed out" like this when he usually just shows up but also explains why Aigami is like disintegrating ppl w judgement bc thats smth Shadi would do.

Aigami's point about kings stealing. I think he and thief king would have much to talk about.

So bizzare to see shadi in this movie be pictured as benevolent

Omg bakura father lore. Little bakura. Aigami having beef with Bakura??? this guy having beef with like 3 ppl and taking turns.

they Watered Down the millennium items with the whole "3 of them have good spirits and 3 of them have bad spirits" :/ Boring

but at least baby yami bakura is funny.

shadi just up and died???? Where is the continuity in this

The orange and purple palette slaps

aigami hesitating when he sees ryou cry. He's soft. He turned around when his sister called out to him. I think him confronting yugi would turn him to mush

Jo wearing green and disintegrating reminds me so much of the double shadi made of him when shadi was hosting that one shadow game in the early series. Something something reconstructing from memory. Really clever.

his name is actually Diva and aigami is more like a persona he made ok

Dcvhjj Seto standing in the middle of traffic dude. Just announcing to yugi that theres a tournament he has to participate in. No billboards??

Almost gets yugi killed bc he had to have the convo in the middle of the road gg. take road safety seriously ffs

Aigami waking up to Mokuba who starts interrogating him.not fond of the design but I love cheeky Mokuba sooo much. I'm glad.

the gap in info where Mokuba doesn't know Yugi has the puzzle piece. But Seto just instantly knew. ahhh

Ok.....he just blew up the stadium projector style.

Oksyhy he's ranting about souls and morality. guy going through it.

Goshhhh the glass stands. That's kinda rlly messed up. He's sooo insufferable. Guy who has to broadcast his drama. I get that everything gets solved by duels but man. awkward spectacle making as always

Aigami not knowing Yugi has the puzzle piece bc he gave it to Sera who gave it to yugi drftyj...

Gosh I miss battle city in the manga where there was that messy battle system where the order of who duels who was determined by how many life points they each had. So they had to do mental gymnastics over who gets it which turn. The squabbling was legendary.

Yugi getting Madd gooooo!!!!!

[freedomfireflies]

Hi it’s me this anon again

https://www.tumblr.com/freedomfireflies/738519237076893696/okay-okay-okay-i-have-so-much-to-say-and-i-feel

https://www.tumblr.com/freedomfireflies/738708596730281984/so-basically-he-just-loves-sex-lmfao-but

Is it okay if I could have an emoji or some kind of identifier? Or maybe you could choose one for me? I’m sorry, I’m terrible at that kind of stuff. I’ve followed you for a long time but just never had the courage to send you asks until lately.

In any case, I just read the teaser for Infinite You part two and *squeak* I swear I could feel my heart beating against my sternum 😣😣😣 no exaggeration, I got shaky while walking to my car. Like why do I feel so exposed 😵‍💫 Feel like I’m going to need to bundle and isolate, prepare myself for this next one. Holy moly already 🫣 if I disintegrate, it’s your fault. Xx

OH MY GOSH HI!!! I HAVE MISSED YOU!! I don't think I've ever done the emojis before (only because I literally cannot seem to remember) BUT I WOULD LOVE TO START!! I have NO idea which one you might like, so please feel free to pick whatever you'd want!!

Also GOODBYE I WILL SOB!!! This is so nice and so kind, thank you so much for even reading it at ALL!!! I love getting to talk to so many people, please never feel nervous to reach out!!

I hope it's an okay part, I feel like this might be more my jam than anyone else's but I suppose we will see HAHAH also I will happily pay your hospital bill aslfjsdf I ADORE YOU 😭💞💞

[tumblingxelian]

No worries, asks aren't an obligation after all, though I will say the bare bones and 'for now' fills with with intrigue and hope to hear more about this fascinating take!

No pressure though :3c

Oof, I can see that especially as it aligns with the "Troubled person disintegrates to see if anyone cares" about them psychological thing and it does seem like a conclusion she'd draw.

Though yeah less than idea.

Mhm that all makes sense and is very intriguing to say the least, I like the less belligerent but more vindictive angle, its clever. She doesn't have some big plan, just a new equally unhealthy attitude and perspective.

Cutting Sabrina off would be fascinating, I imagine it makes her one of the earliest if not the earliest Akuma victims. I also wonder if Chloe hires a tutor given, well, everything. Also, gosh I LOVE Chloe knowing more about how all this works than Gabriel, he'd be so confused and maybe a little pissed off about it.

Oooh snap, so she's breaking the story over her knee without even trying too! Also yeah, Chloe's always been dangerous and effective in fights, add in her wealthy of experience compared to Adrien or Ladybug's and its not even a contest here. I always figured that HK didn't get to decide on the powers, otherwise Reflekta's useless ability just raises so many questions, but I get you.

Also her breaking Akumatization & bailing with the ring, oooh, I am super intrigued!

Also gosh, this begs the big question of how Adrien has been interpreting like... All of this.

Cos he was insulated from Chloe's more belligerent tendencies until seeing them at school. Here that nay not have happened, but also Chloe's likely at a minimum way more standoffish with him and that hurts but is also confusing.

Like, no one else is surprised Chloe dropped Sabrina, save that she actually seems to be trying to do her own work. Sabrina is probably, once over the "I no longer have a use I am worthless!", Akumatization, latching onto someone else and convincing herself she should have seen it coming.

Adrien doesn't have any context for this, as far as he knows Chloe was happy and helpful to him one day and now she's cold and Akumatizing the next. Everyone else tells him she was always like this, but that can't be all there is to it right?

Then she beats up Chat Noir and steals Plagg.

Throwing in another ask as requestion:

So, how would you write a "Post S5, Chloe is sent back to the start of S1" and specifically into her own body kind of fic?

The mechanics, motives and circumstances are all in your hands.

Sorry this day got swallowed up by other things. I'm going to give you bare bones for now. It would be a lot of Chloe learning negative 'truths'. Adrien *doesn't* care, Ladybug doesn't care. Andre doesn't care. Audrey doesn't care. Sabrina doesn't care. Ms. Bustier doesn't care. Lila doesn't care. No one cares about her.

Maybe it's not the best lesson but it feels like where she is post S5.

So, she's going to be more vindictive but less belligerent. The class doesn't care. There's no reason to browbeat them, and her father is mean and doesn't lover her anyway, so don't bother asking for his help. She's not going to push, but so help me if you bump into her in the hall she'll have you for dinner. She'd probably cut off Sabrina and demand her own work out of spite. She won't love Ladybug when she shows up. She will get akumatized, She will confuse Hawkmoth because she'll be far more knowledgeable than him about how this all works. She'll demand a smarter power than he wanted to give her, and she'll corner Cat Noir first(remembering Antibug) and take his ring. She'll be shocked it's Adrien, and she'll break akumatization(much earlier) while high tailing it with the ring. There's more but I'm out of time right now.

[jm-chrome]

Okay so I just watched Hollow Mind and I. Need. To. Vent. So here’s a post to dump all my feelings about that soul-crushing episode :”))

⚠️Spoilers Ahead⚠️

The Rebels

In the previous episode, we saw Darius actually helping Raine with their rebellious pursuit against Belos and now we see that Eberwolf is also a part of this. I’m intrigued to know when and how exactly did Darius and Eberwolf became part of the rebellion. Perhaps Raine was able to persuade them while being “tormented” in Eda’s Requiem

Also, despite all the heartbreaking revelations about Hunter, I’m glad we had this scene of Darius caring for him. Darius went from stopping Raine from trying to help Eda in saving Luz to immediately wanting to help after finding out that Hunter was stuck with her too. :”))

The Brothers

So it seems like Belos is the little brother and it’s interesting how kid Belos was always happily looking up to his brother in the few memories of them we got to see (He was even shown to be carving Belos’ old mask as a kid 😢). He admired him and undoubtedly loved him at some point. 

What could have happened for that bond to completely change into a corrupted cycle of Belos repeatedly cloning and killing his beloved older brother and feeling no hint of remorse when talking about it?

This jerk was literally SMIRKING while being accused of enjoying reincarnating and killing his brother over and over agian... and Hunter was there to witness it.  *screams internally*

The Previous Golden Guard

First off, let me just cry about how Darius looked sad in Hunter’s ceremony of becoming the new Golden Guard. We know that the old one was his mentor which he respected and looked up to, so I could just imagine Darius’ grief when Hunter Version 6 Plus or something was killed disappeared. Also, the previous Hunters must not have looked that much different from each other, right? Do you guys think Darius has some suspicions about Hunter’s true identity with how similar he might have looked like (and probably acted like too) with the previous Golden Guard?

The Palisman Souls

In Hunting Palisman, we see Belos feel sick and overwhelmed with this goopy-monster-form (yes I shall call it that from now on) which kinda looks like the embodiment of the palisman souls we saw in his mindscape. Since he was able to capture and disintegrate it, I feel like he just now gained full control of his goopy-monster-form. Gosh I hope not...

Bananas

And let’s not forget the biggest revelation of them all... Bananas don’t exist in The Demon Realm?!!????!?! Yeah sorry I just wanted to end this post in a lighter note ;-; I have more stuff that I wanna rant about but I don’t want to make this post too long since it’s so hard to write in the mobile Tumblr app. If you made it this far- thanks for reading my rambles and best of luck on trying to recover from this episode :”))

[cal-writes-never]

hi! i saw you asking for camilo requests so i decided to try!

could we possibly get the reader awaking from a nightmare and camilo comforts them! [gender neutral reader pls!]

happy holidays! <3

keep the monsters at bay

gosh i am SO sorry it's taken so long, i hope this is okay!! as always if there's anything you'd like changing feel free to let me know, i'm okay with rewriting!!

pairing: camilo madrigal x reader

type: fluff

summary: camilo comforts you after a nightmare.

word count: 1,060

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A normal sleepover between friends, that’s what this was. You and Camilo were just friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Which is why you were currently laid beside him in his bed, silently pleading that no one would walk in on the two of you as he held you close, tracing meaningless patterns on your scalp to lull you into sleep. Lazily craning your neck to see his face and smiling, you whispered a quick goodnight to him, which he returned, before snuggling into his chest and placing your ear in the perfect place to hear his steady heartbeat.

“Sleep easy, mi ángel.” Camilo murmured into your hair, his hand now slowly tracing up and down your spine. The feeling soon faded and the comforting grip he had on you loosened which meant he must’ve fallen asleep, urging you to do the same. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to be taken into the deep abyss of both emptiness and dreams - or nightmares, in this case.

Everything was twisted; the faces, the buildings, even the sky resembled the milky way. Whichever way you looked you saw mixed hues of purple and black, mashing together and replacing the familiar sights of Encanto that you claimed to know so well. Even the people you loved were being held hostage by this grotesque sight. You were running. Where? You didn’t know, all you knew is that you had to get out of there before it took a hold on you too, and you screamed as you ran into a barely recognisable curly haired boy.

“Camilo!” you shouted, voice raw, freezing in fear as you saw his face was also a swirly mix of purple and black. “No, no, no! Not you as well, please, you have to come back to me, Camilo, please, I can’t lose you too-” You paused before letting out a piercing shriek as you pushed him square in the chest as he lunged for you, falling to your knees and covering your ears as he fell back onto the floor not too far from you. Thankfully, you failed to see him slowly disintegrating as soon as he hit the pavement, the sinister smile never leaving his face.

The buildings of the town soon began towering over you, growing and morphing into all sorts of weird shapes, blocking your view of the trees and the skies as you peered above, hands still over your ears in a weak attempt to quieten the monstrous sounds emerging from who knows what. All you could do was crouch down, alone, helpless, as the world around you fell apart. This all felt like some sick nightmare, a sick, dastardly nightmare, and you could only hope that it was, that none of this was real and that you were okay and safe, and that Camilo was okay and your home was still standing, and-

You regained consciousness to the feeling of a soft hand against your cheek, Camilo’s brown eyes worriedly looking into your own. It wasn't long before you were sitting up again and throwing yourself into his arms, crying a little too loudly into his shoulder. He didn’t mention it though. Fully aware of his sister’s abilities (and, well, anyone’s with how thin Casita’s walls were) he still made the decision to hold you tightly, shutting down your apologies for waking him up. He didn’t care, as long as you were okay, which you ever so clearly weren’t.

Camilo struggled to find the right words for comfort, so he took to silently rocking you and slowly brushing his fingers through your hair, occasionally whispering sweet nothings into your ear so you knew that you weren’t alone.

It took a while, but eventually he spoke up, voice softer than ever and evidently laced with sleep, making you feel even worse. “Do you wanna talk about it? Was it a nightmare?” Camilo asked, patiently waiting for an answer despite it taking you some time.

Fumbling with your fingers as you sat opposite him, you tried to gather your thoughts before uttering out a sentence. No matter how stupid it felt, the memories were real and crystal clear. It felt nothing less than a proper experience, and you could only hope that Camilo (and Dolores) wouldn’t judge you. “Encanto was… I don’t know,” you said slowly, wiping your eyes and sniffing. “Everything looked weird - like we were in the middle of space? I don’t know, I don’t know.” Camilo could’ve sworn his heart snapped in two at the fear in your voice, an inkling in the back of his mind telling him that wasn’t the end of it, so he chose not to reply and to instead give you more time to add on anything else. You sighed. “And I lost you, too, Cami.” you whispered, a fresh batch of tears falling from your eyes as he pulled you into his shoulder again.

The familiar scent of the boy you loved filled your nostrils as you fiddled with a thread on the back of his shirt. His steady breathing helped to even out your own, and you closed your eyes for just a second to try and relax, pushing away the memories from the nightmare. Camilo leaving you. The town falling to its doom. Your friends, your family - gone. You felt your boyfriend shuffling about and soon after he was bringing you to lie down with him, the firm hold he had around your waist never loosening. He rested his chin atop your head as you placed your ear on his chest to hear his steady heartbeat, smiling as he resumed stroking your hair.

“I love you, ángel.” was the last thing you heard before you fell back into a peaceful sleep, waking up the next morning to the familiar feeling of Camilo’s arms wrapped securely around you and his lips peppering the crown of your head, contorting into a smile at the sound of your giggles. It was safe to say he would never leave you like he did in that horrific nightmare, and you were lucky to have him. It took nothing more after that night he woke up to you kicking and thrashing about to keep an eye on you whenever you slept in the vicinity of one another, hoping to be the knight in shining armour if it were to ever happen again.

[ourladyoflight]

If that isn’t an uh oh….. (Spoilers under the cut!! 🥹)

I got full body chills when Kaz just- disintegrated Azazel like that?? It’s full on nightmare fuel, I don’t think anything’s hit me this hard in Tekken since True Ogre’s Tekken Tag 2 ending!!

I’m at the point where the other fighters are rallying around Jin- he’s getting ready to head to Yakushima!! (I’m so scared for Zafina too!! 😣 I’m hoping she’s just weakened, poor thing’s done so much!)

Reina is really interesting right now to me!! I immediately get “oh no” vibes from her, just based on how easily she can switch demeanors!! It seems like she’s very good at putting on masks, and seeing a character display that ability is always enough to establish them as a “worry” in my head!! (If you’re familiar with Miraculous Ladybug like I am, the Reina situation reminds me a lot of Lila Rossi- able to play an innocent card while still maintaining a ruthless ability to go after what she wants! Even if what she wants requires other people getting hurt first!!)

(I was just about to post this, and then CLAUDIO???????? 🥺🥺🥺 Oh gosh?????)

I'm home, the readings I need to do are all pulled up, and Tekken 8 Full Story Mode Movie is on!!! Here we go!! 🥺

[late-to-the-fandom]

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike)

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything)

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike)

I never cared anything about Zovaal until reading @shipping-through-eternity stories and now I feel like he’s a real character that I hope is happy and feel a little bad about killing 😅

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

Uh, more anything? More Renathal art, more NSFW Renathal art (why is there none???), more Renathal fans in general

R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships

So far I’m the only person I know that enjoys Anduin/Sylvanas. I thought their little cut scenes were so good together, idk, clearly it was just me and some random high up developer at Blizz 😂

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged) well gosh I only have one million 😂 but here’s one: I personally headcanon that the reason Renathal can hang out in Azeroth without being disintegrated by the light is that I differentiate between sunlight and Holy Light. Sunlight isn’t deadly just obnoxious. It’s Light from the nebulous, holy, Naaru region that’s Bad (and actually since the undead regularly walk around in the sun in Azeroth and since Theotar could go to Bastion where it’s light and not be disintegrated I feel like that’s not so out there).

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything)

I wouldn’t die defending anything, but I will stand by my belief that bisexual Renathal was always intended to be canon by Blizz seeing how flirty he is no matter who/what your character is.

[blueprint-han]

plushies — bang chan.

pairing — chan x (fem) reader

genre — fluff.

word count — 2 K

warnings — reader is obsessed with plushies <3

note — this idea is credited to @orphic-chan !! I have her permission to use it, so mei I hope you like this :"( and that I did it justice <333 🥺 I'm fond of this blurb xkxjxjjdjdjdjdjd

“Hey look!”

Your face lights up with the pure joy of a child as you run towards the store, gazing through the glass with heightened excitement. Your husband grins at you, walking to where you’re standing and staring at the display case. 

“What is it, princess?”

You ignore the blush that creeps up to your cheeks when you hear that nickname, focusing on the cute wolf plushie that’s sitting neatly on the case. It’s tiny paws hold a heart, although you don’t need to focus on those details — you were sold the moment you’d seen the plushie from far away.

“Can we get that, please please please please please-” You pout with pleading eyes, jumping in your place from excitement. Chan laughs, reaching out to ruffle your hair before shaking his head.

“Don’t you have to wolfchan plushie already?”

“Yeah but… look at this — there can never be enough plushies that can remind me of you, you know.”

“But at this rate, our whole bedroom’s gonna be filled with plushies.” Chan gives you a thoughtful smile. “How many do you have right now — twelve?”

“Fourteen.” You frown sarcastically. “But that’s not the point! It’s so cute, I want it, pleaseeeeee…”

“Y/N, how many plushies, out of the fourteen, do you actually sleep with?”

Your expression droops down, as you’re hit with realisation. You’ve had an obsession for plushies ever since you were little, and that attraction had surely carried into adulthood as well. You couldn’t help it. They were so soft and comfortable to cuddle with — you’d bought most of the fourteen plushies when Chan was away slaving at JYP, and you missed his cuddles dearly. A little Versace Eros and a wolf chan plushie did wonders to your cuddle-deprived soul, to be honest.

It hasn’t even been a year since you and Chan had tied the knot and made it official — but nevertheless, you’ve been enjoying your marriage. Calling Bang Chan your “husband” surely induced a feeling of butterflies fluttering around in your gut — it didn’t help when Chan would call you his wife, his princess, and all those cute nicknames from time to time either. 

“Hey, but why do I need a plushie when I have the actual wolf chan beside me, am I right?” You lean in as though to whisper a secret into his ear, and Chan does the same, though he’s internally giggling at how cute you’re being right now. “Plus, don’t tell wolfchan, but your cuddles are better.” you whisper softly, as though not wanting the wolf plushie to hear you.

Chan bursts into a fit of giggles at that, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and squeezing you into a protective hug. “You’re so precious.”

“So can we get the plushie now? Chan squints at your insistence, shaking his head before leaning down to lift you into his arms bridal style — invoking a squeal from you. You tightly grip onto his jacket, eyes going wide as you scan the crowd around you. Thankfully, no one seems to be bothered by Chan’s public display of affection and he starts walking with you clinging onto him.

“I- Are… are you gonna carry me all the way home?” You feel flustered, even though such incidents are more than common in the many years you’ve been with Chan. He was pretty outward and outgoing, never really shying away from doing something to show you just how much he cherished you. He also secretly loves seeing you get surprised and flustered when he did something like what he’s doing right now.

“As long as my hands can take it.” Chan shrugs, shooting you a gentle, pretty smile that takes your breath away before walking home with you in his arms.

The next week, you pull him out of his studio for a break after missing him for too long, and he readily obliges, following in pursuit as you take him to your favorite diner.

“It’s been a while since we’ve eaten here.” Chan says.

“Yeah, can’t wait to eat those waffles again.” You chirp, before turning towards him and putting on a mockingly serious expression. “And you mister husband, are going to eat as much as you can — and no coffee.”

Chan frowns and pouts at you. “But princess-”

“No- no princess. Look at you. You have such dark eyebags again, and you’ve gotten so pale.”

Chan sighs, feeling a warm feeling flow up his chest when you quiz his hand you’re holding in yours gently. “Okay, fine. As long as you’re happy.” 

“Hey!” You slap his arm playfully, and Chan’s jaw drops as he giggles along with you. “What was that for?” he asks.

“I didn’t let you be this adorable and sweet right now.”

“I don’t need any permission, remember? I’m your husband, I can make you shy whenever I want.”

You make a defeated face at him, opting to grab the menu cards to hide the heat that’s spreading all over your face. 

“By the way, isn’t that my hoodie?”

“It’s my hoodie.” you say as a matter-of-fact, flipping through the pages to see what you could order. The pasta looked delicious—

Chan sighs, reaching over to hold your hand before lifting it up, pointing at the way the sleeves reached up to your knuckles and covered your hand almost completely. You simply smirk at his implication.

“Really?” He asks.

“Well, it was your hoodie. It’s mine now.” You say, sipping some water before realising what you meant. “Uh, um.. Only if you’re comfortable though-”

“Hey, hey.” Chan beams at you, the grip on your hand growing tighter. “I really don’t mind. Plus, you look really cute. But I have to admit, I thought the whole stealing-my-boyfriend’s-hoodies-phase would be over once we were married.”

“Well, it will never, for you. Your hoodies are cozy, plus, they smell like you.”

“Gosh, you’re so adorable.”

“No you are! Look at you — your beautiful brown eyes, your perfect face, your beauty, your smile that always makes me melt, your-”

Chan giggles and covers his face with his palms at the sudden overdose of compliments, feeling his skin burn red. You smile cheekily in victory, pulling his hands away from his face to look at how pretty he was when he was complimented. It was truly a sight to cherish.

“See, I was right. You’re so adorable.”

“Nooooo…” Chan speaks in his tiny voice — the voice that usually comes out when he’s extremely flustered, and only comes out around you. He pats his cheeks to feel how warm they’ve gotten and huffs, glaring at you frivolously. It’s his turn to grab the menu card placed on the side of the table, using it to cover his blush.

“Awhhh, you’re so cuteeee.” You squeal silently, feeling your heart jump out of your chest at the sight in front of you. Your husband being this way was rare, considering his busy schedule most of the time, but whenever he got like this, you always felt like you’d faint from how cute he really was.

“Stoppp,” He dreamily twinkles at the back of the menu card, trying to keep a straight face when you force him to put it down, but failing miserably.

“I’m gonna do this a lot more often if this is the result.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Why don’t you order, hm? I’m hungry.”

“Changing the subject… I wouldn’t allow it usually but since you said you’re hungry I’ll let you get away with it- but hey, I’ve been meaning to ask, what’s that bag for?”

Chan hums, turning to finally remind himself of the bag that sits beside him. “You’ll see.” He winks at you, and you squint, letting it brush off before calling for the waiter to order. Was it a gift for you? You’re delving too deep into it, if he told you that you’d see, than you trust your husband enough to know that you would.

Once your dinner is completely done, you groan in satisfaction. “That pasta was so good.”

“So was that piccata. It’s been a long time since I’ve had something other than packaged ramen and rice. Thank you for bringing me here my love, I really appreciate it.”

“Awh, don’t thank me. I’m here to remind you to take breaks from time to time, you know.” You smile sweetly, cupping his cheek from across the table, and if it weren't for the table obstructing you, you’d have placed a delicate kiss on his lips too. The bustling noise of the diner is fairly irrelevant to you — but that’s the beauty of being with your husband. When he’s there, you seem to be caged in another reality, another dimension where only the two of you exist, and only the two of you enjoy each other’s company.

“I have to. You take such good care of me.” He turns his head to place a soft, lingering kiss onto your palm, and you can’t help but smile brighter (if that’s even possible). 

“I only do what I have to, and want to, love. You’ll never have to thank me, because I love you.”

Chan can feel himself blushing again and that, and you coo at the way he averts his eyes down to hide his flustered expression. “Hey, you’re doing that again.”

“Well, didn’t we already finish eating?”

“Yeah, but…” Chan can’t stop smiling, and his heart can’t stop feeling like it’s gonna disintegrate into a thousand butterflies any second. He then looks around, trying to avoid your eyesight and almost certain that you’d be looking at him with that i-made-you-shy-smirk, and his eyes land on the bag beside him. “Hey, I have something for you.”

“For me?” You clutch your chest at the gesture, feeling your insides warm up at the thought of him getting you something for his meet with you after many days. “Awh, you didn’t have to, love.”

Chan chuckles, raising an eyebrow at you. “Pretty sure you’re gonna take that back once you see what’s inside.” He says that to build your excitement, and then hands you the bag, which you happily accept. You close your eyes for a split second to take in how happy, and how calm you feel right now, like everything is in place — and then open the bag to see what’s inside.

And when you see it, everything inside you short circuits. 

“Omo, nooo, are you serious?” You pull out the tiny wolf plushie out of the bag. It’s the same as the one you’d seen on your last date (and the one Chan had refused to buy you), except smaller, and therefore, cuter. You gently place your index finger on the wolf’s nose, cooing at how adorable it looked. “Tinie… it’s so small oh lord.” 

Chan can’t help but twinkle at how excited you are, especially with such a small gift. Really, he just reminded himself to wake up early and go to the shop the day after that date, and enquired to see if there was a smaller version available. Just that small gift having the ability to induce so much happiness in you, and just one smile from you having the capability to throw him off the edge and make his stomach flutter with a thousand butterflies, at that point, Chan knows he loves you.

“B-but, didn’t you not want to buy this?”

“You seemed to really like it, and besides, who am I to deny spoiling my wife?”

You make a cringy pout at him, and successfully make Chan laugh from your expression. “Hey, now you’re doing that thing where you make me blush.” You cuddle the plushie close to your chest, rocking it back and forth and relishing how small yet soft it felt against you. You then pull away to tug at the heart it holds in front of it. “Wolf Chan has all of my heart.” You say, smiling to yourself in pure bliss.

“All of it?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Okay fine, my cute husband has most of it.”

“Hey, I wanted to be the one to have your heart!” He frowns and mimics your pout.

You snort at that, leaning forward as though to whisper something to your husband, and just like the last date, Chan leans in to listen to you.

“Well, don’t tell wolfchan… but you have all of my heart.”

And after that, your whole room is filled with tiny plushies that your husband spoils you with every time he takes you out on a date.

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[mythiccheroacademia]

My bad, I’m just now seeing the rules😭 I’ll choose shiguraki, dabi, and Hawks for the time traveling kids reaction

A/N: You’re all good baby! I kept looking at this trying to come up with a fitting situation for them and then I dreamt about being in all three situations last night??? lmaooo it was both terrifying and lucky hehe~ Hopefully, it’s as good as I’m imagining it

Side Note: I’m writing this with a baby (thankfully, but unfortunately, not mine!) on my chest. Get on my level. Jk, but everyone say hi <3

Warnings: Cursing 

Shigaraki Tomura:

you and shigaraki came back from your daily walks 

aka, people watching

and you two planned to play on the PS4 later

whiles you’re setting up the TV in the living room, he goes to his room to get the console and remotes

he opens the door, sees a baby on his bed, then immediately shuts the door

goes to you and kurogiri

him: “any of you know why there’s a baby on my bed?”

kurogiri: a baby? 😐

you: a BABY!!!?? 😍💞💞

you rush in there and to your amazement, there is a baby no more than six or seven months, gurgling on the bed

kurogiri is giving tomura the most judgemental look and shigaraki kinda feels embarrassed even though he swears he didn’t do anything

“please don't tell me it’s yours”

“i can assure you, y/n and i use prot--”

“oh my gosh, shiggy, she looks just like you with my hair and nose!”

kurogiri is over it 

tomura is malfunctioning

you’re gushing over the baby girl, totally ignoring the fact that a literal child, who just so happened to look like a perfect mix between you and tomura, just appeared like a sick magic trick

was it a quirk?

was it time travel??

did tomura knock you up and everybody just somehow forgot???

so many questions, so little answers

in order to keep from getting a migraine, everybody followed your train of thought and just went along with it for now

shigaraki was less than pleased that his plans with you had been scrapped

he spent the day going shopping (stealing) for diapers, getting formula, buying clothes, and buying toys

feeding the baby was annoying

changing her was a nightmare

shigaraki threatened to disintegrate the child if she puked on him one more time

but everyone just adores her

she’s such a cutie

her toothless smile just warms up everybody’s hearts

even kurogiri is smitten

the day ends with you, the baby, and shigaraki in his room, getting ready for bed

he’s grumbling bc “can’t we just leave her on the couch or something”

you ignore him and he’s forced to get in bed bc no matter what, he’d never give up the chance to cuddle with you...even if it is with some stupid baby

after she falls asleep, you sigh and lean on his shoulder

“you really think she’s ours?” you ask

he wants to say i hope not, but the way you look at him with all the hope in the world makes his heart tingle 

instead of answering, he softly kisses your lips and tucks the both of you in

when you both wake up, the baby is gone--probably back to her timeline

you're a little sad and shigaraki only says what he says NOT BC HE THINKS IT’S TRUE OR SOMETHING but bc your misery makes him itch

“don’t worry. i’m sure we’ll see the brat again someday”

Dabi:

when you came back to your apartment, holding a load of groceries, you were quite surprised to see the situation at hand 

in the middle of your living room was dabi, at his big ass age, wrestling with a kid that couldn't be older than 12 

least to say, you were pissed 

“come on, fess up you little runt. did my old man have another kid”

“for the last time, NO! i’m yours!!”

“stop lying! my pull out game is too strong for that”

“EW! get off of me you staple-faced, burnt chicken nugget lookin’ fu--”

that’s when you intervened

“chicken nugget lookin’ what?” you questioned, looking at the boy with the look™️  

 the boy’s expression went from angry to scared in 0.2 seconds

dabi’s kind of impressed

“father. i-i was gonna say father”

“oh, that’s what i thought bc if you were gonna say what i thought your were gonna say, then i’d have to whoop your ass. but you weren’t, correct?”

“no ma’am”

“so we’re good?”

“yes ma’am”

“perfect. now what’s this about him being your father?”

dabi is taking out of his smugness and flinches under the heat of your glare

you ask him one time who he slept with and when he tells you you're crazy, you lunge at him

your kid lets you get a couple of good hits in before he decides to drop the news that he’s you two’s son of three from the future

you pause, his hand on your face and your fist in his hair

“deadass?” dabi says 

the boy nods his head and you two take the time to look at him

his features are undeniably yours and dabi’s; he was one of those kids that if you sat them next to one or the other, they could look like both parents

you two take it better than he thought you would 

“i always knew you wanted kids with me. simp”

dabi can’t even deny it. he just rolls his eyes and acts all tough 

then he asks, “you sure you’re not gonna get erased from the time continuum by telling us?”

the boy shrugs “i mean...i hope not”

it’s beyond y’all at this point

so you spend the day with the kid, who was named after Dabi (Touya Jr.), and it’s so obvious he’s a momma’s boy 

he helps you cook, set the table, and wash the dishes 

smiles at you like you’re the entire world

dabi is kind of jealous from all the attention you’re giving him 

fumes at the middle finger junior sneakily flips at him 

does it back 

claims to hate the kid but wipes the crumbs off his lip without hesitation

junior got the itis and is down for a nap

calls you two mom and dad before falling asleep 

you get all 🥺 and even dabi is a little nostalgic when junior disappears 

it’s quiet for a moment and then he says, 

“wanna do a practice round in baby-making. yknow? for the future”

you roll your eyes but you aint say no! 

Takami Keigo (Hawks):

hawks didn't expect to see a tiny kid on the edge of a building on his day off

there wasn't a lot that scared him, but he couldn't deny the fear hammering against his ribcage as he saw the child look around before jumping

thank goodness his speed wasn’t just talk

he caught the girl who didn't look a day past six 

he’s in the middle of giving her a huge lecture about safety and mental health, she just giggles and gives him the biggest kiss on the cheek 

“haha! i knew you’d catch me if i fall, papa~”

he’s too angry to even register what she called him

“that was totally dangerous, kid! what if i hadn't seen you? then what?”

“then i would fly” she said like it was the most obvious thing

he’s dumbstruck as two beautiful white wings sprout out of thin air and allow her to float next to the hero with ease 

hawks blinks bc yeah anyone could have wings, but he could tell that feather pattern from anywhere

it was his 

it was like his own fingerprint was staring at him 

did he accidentally knock someone up bc that would be a big uh-oh

y/n wouldn't like that at all

he asks the child who he is to her and she repeats, “papa~”

he then asks who the mother was and she goes, “mommy~”

she’s not the brightest crayon in the box, that’s for sure 

“what’s mommy’s name, kid,” he asks with the patience of a saint

“Takami Y/N~”

“you’re coming with me”

flys across the city with conviction

you’re lying on your bed, face mask on and reading a book in peace before your oh so wonderful boyfriend comes crashing through your open window

you don’t even flinch. so used to his surprise visits, you close the book and sigh

“to what do i owe the great pleasure of having you break into my house? again”

hawks holds the cute girl up, squishing her cheek as she laughs from the adventure they just went on

“mommy!”

“surprise!”

this time, you drop the book

eventually, with some cupcakes and chicken, the little girl tells you two about how she went to play with some kid and got zapped by a quirk and ended up here 

you also find out she’s the youngest of four

you look a little sick but keigo gives you a shit-eating grin

he’s so excited about having a family with you

you can’t deny the tingle in your heart

parades the girl around the house and they’re both laughing the same laugh, eyes bright with joy

it makes your heart hurt and now you have to join into the shenanigans 

you spend the day playing games, doing face masks, and reading books to fall asleep to

when you wake up, she’s gone but keigo’s arms are still firmly wrapped around your waist

“so now that you know i’m gonna trap you with four kids, when are you gonna pop the question?”  you joke 

but hawks isn’t laughing. instead, he’s smiling at you in a way that makes your eyes widen

he digs in his coat and pulls out the ring

“i was gonna try and make it a little more romantic. but why wait? so, what do ya say to taking my last name?”

[goldenxddeonu]

Unravel His Soul

paring: prince!niki x princess!reader

genre: royal au x rich kids au

warnings: violence, mentions of death

Word count: 2.4K

Authors note: this is my piece for the collab <33

Fall was slowly disintegrating, making winter the talk of the kingdoms. Winter might just mean snow and cold weather to anyone, but to the royal families it meant the annual winter ball. Fabrics and shoes swiftly snatched off of racks, whispers filling the cold air on who the prince will choose this year as his partner. “Rumor has it, the prince isn’t even allowed to choose, it’s all set up. And then, the prince shoos off the princess in the with money. These modern day princes throw around money like it’s nothing.” You heard a group of girls gossip over. You didn’t care about silly things like that, you had your own kingdom in your hands. You didn’t need to care— just yet. 

“Find your way to the door. Now.” A sharp raspy voice stated, followed by a thud. An envelope, which you supposed was money, thrown at a girl who looked about your age. “You were here for this anyways, no need to beat around the bush.” You stood there in the door way of the extravagant castle. Sunoo, the eldest brother, stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at his brother, he looked tired, tired of this ongoing cycle, a cycle you never knew about, but felt the presence of. Both doors open, causing a gush of wind to come fleeing in, causing everyone to turn their heads to look at the commotion. You standing there, followed by two knights, each by your side. Riki’s anger in his eyes softened, turning into confusion. The boy at the top of the stairs jolted towards you, powered by the strike of understanding what was going on. You weren’t stupid, you knew what was going on too. You showed up too early and you saw something you weren’t supposed to see, backstage work that wasn’t for display, the secrets of the magician.

The girl’s eyes brimmed with tears, embarrassment smeared all over face. She grabbed the money and stormed out. Just as she did, one of the knights got ahold of her to let her know a few things before she leaves. “If any of what just happened now is spoken about to anyone, you and your family’s head will be hung above the kings’ bed.” The room went painfully quiet. Sunoo offered you to sit, and you did. Right in front of you was the one and only, Riki. He looked ashamed. “Is this what’s been going on?”, you stated. “You imbecile” you scoffed. “Let me guess, I’m next? I’m not going to spend my time and love into someone who’s going to shoo me away with money in the end. No need to worry about hurting me, I wasn’t expecting anything anyways.” Riki’s eyes flickered anywhere towards you. You stood up and adjusted your dress. “Which way to my room?”

Sunoo quickly got up, leading you up the stairs. “I’m so sorry you had to see that princess..” you laughed, “No need to ponder in the past, plus all of the royal families had a feeling something was off.” he laughed with you. You had finally made it to your room. “Here you are princess. Let us know if you need anything, from food, to clothing, or just company!” he said beaming. You felt your self unintentionally smiling back. Everything about him was so contagious, his smile, his peppiness, and his overall aura. “I shouldn’t get too used to things here, it’ll all be over soon..” you thought to yourself. You spent all your time mocking all the gossip about this family, and swearing you would never even come close to the Kim family. And now you were apart of them. Who knew the king would choose you, of all people to accompany his son. You took a look around the room, soaking in every inch of it, white cabinets embroidered in gold, shiny marble that covered the floor. You laid down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, concealed in beautiful colors, every bit told a story. Angels holding harps, clouds on clouds.

Just as you were about to unpack, three little knocks on the door were heard followed by a, “Princess, the Prince requested to meet you outside!” One of the servants stated. You prayed it was Sunoo, there was no way you would face Riki after being so harsh. You got into your outside attire, and left the room. You were lead to the garden, bright pops of pink and yellow flowers showered the garden, beautiful vines wrapped around the bright white gazebo right in the middle of it, trickles of water were heard due to the fountain, kissing the air as it gracefully spewed water. You looked around eagerly waiting for Sunoo. Sadly your prayers were not answered. There stood Riki. Just as he showed up, the servant placed two cups of tea and left. “Do take a seat, please.” He said quietly as he pushed your chair out and bowed. “Well, someone straightened out.” You said slightly taunting him. He was about to open his mouth to explain what happened but you cut him off. “You don’t need to explain to me. I know what’s going on.” You said as you took a sip of your tea. He smiled, looked you in the eyes and thanked you. Those eyes. So sharp yet so pretty, bittersweet. The servant walked in. “I hope didn’t interrupting anything, but it’s almost time for the ball.” Riki thanked her for letting us know and she left. “We should get going” he said. And with that you both took a leave.

Riki left first, he got to his room and immediately started to get ready. You and Sunoo on the other hand, decided to play around. Looking at the frost bitten windows, You gasped, “It’s snowing!” You heard you voice echo through the halls of the enormous castle, causing you to go red, and Sunoo to laugh. He grabbed your hand and pushed the doors open. You two were running and chasing each other like children, chucking snowballs at him and screaming after. Riki looked down at you at the window. He felt his heart ache. A tightening feeling at the bottom of his stomach. He was jealous. Jealous his brother got more along with his partner more than him, and angered more by the fact that you saw him at his worst.

You and Sunoo were pulled inside by the guards like children. Still laughing over what just happened. Your cold hands aching at the feeling of being in the cold for that long. You and him were thrown in your rooms, getting your make up and hair done. You were quickly thrown into your dress, and you were done. “That felt like a blink of an eye, you guys work so quickly!” You exclaimed. “It’s our job.” The servants said smiling softly. You were escorted out of your room, and to the stair way. At the bottom of them stood Riki and Sunoo. As you walked down the stairs, Sunoo was clapping, cheering you on. You flashed a smile, and as you did breathless Riki’s eyes shot down to the floor, as if he didn’t have a care in the world, except he did. He had all the cares in the world . “Alright it’s time we go in, everyone’s waiting.” You slithered your hand into Riki’s and whispered “Shall we?” He looked down at you and replied, “We shall.”

Just as he said that, the doors of the ball room opened and there was everyone. You even spotted your family. You two walked down the stairs, all eyes on the both of you. You two taking steps at the tempo the orchestra was playing, gracefully glancing at the guests. You made your way to the table. You sat down next to Sunoo and whispered, “Was I okay?” “You were magnificent.” “I hope so..” you laughed. “I’m going to go say hello and pay my respects to the people of the other kingdoms.” Riki said to you. “Alright! I’ll be here with Sunoo.” “That’s the problem..” he whispered so ever quietly. “What?” “Nothing-“ he shot back and left. As he left, music started to play. “Oh my gosh, this is my favorite song to waltz to-“ Sunoo stated. Just as he did you pulled him up and took him straight to the dance floor. You both bowed and placed your hands in each other. You two swayed left and right, immersing yourselves into the music. Riki was with a group of his prince’s he grew up with, looking at you two. “Isn’t she supposed to be yours?” The brothers Sunghoon and Jake stated laughing as they jabbed at him, throwing their hands over Riki shoulders. Riki pushed their hands off of him angered. Not just angered at this, but angered at everything that’s happened between you two. It isn’t fair, the way you walked in the castle, immediately face to face with the most horrible version of himself. If only you knew how he would go to “check up on your kingdom to make sure everything is in check”, but in reality, he just likes the way you look when you work. Face full of passion and strength. Or the way you gifted the little girls and boys of your village flowers, hugging them with all your might.

You and Sunoo went back to sit at your table, tired from all the dancing, to come back to cake placed prettily in front of each seat. You both sat back and ate. “Say aaaa~” Sunoo laughed at his own remark. “Aaaaa~” you laughed back, not expecting him to actually do it, but to your surprise, he actually did it. You laughed uncontrollably, just thinking about how everyone in the ballroom probably witnessed all this. All of this was put to a stop by Riki, making his way to your table, “Sunoo. We need to talk.” The way he was speaking, his facial expression. It was just like the first day you walked in. Sunoo got up, surprised.

And just like that they left the room. Leaving everyone to whisper. You sat there uncomfortably, being eaten alive by your own thoughts. “Is it about me? Did I do something wrong?” You thought. And then it hit you: you haven’t been spending time with Riki. He was the reason you were there. Could he be offended? Maybe he was jealous?.. You waited a couple seconds after they left so nothing looked odd to the guests. You bunched your dress in your fists and ran to the door. The live music getting quieter, and your breathing getting louder.

The doors shut. Riki and Sunoo, outside noses pink from the snow. “What’s going on-“ his question was answered by a punch. “How come you never let me have anything? How come you can just sit back and watch me finally have something good? You can’t watch your younger brother succeed, right? It hurts your pride too much.” Sunoo’s lip was bleeding, he was getting dizzy, the world wouldn’t wait for him. He finally got up and shot a punch at his brother. “What are you talking about?” Sunoo stated, his voice harsh. “Y/n.” Riki said, wiping the blood off of his cheek. He grabbed Sunoo by the collar, and pushed him against the walls of the castle. “You know I like her, why are you playing your cards?” He said sobbing. He dropped Sunoo, leaving him on the floor. He wiped his tears and gritted his teeth, “Dont come after me, I don’t even want to see you.” Riki passed right by you, slamming the door after him. You stood there frozen in the cold.

“Sunoo are you okay?-“ his head rising from his knees, his eyes drained from life. “I’m fine. There’s no need for you to worry about me. It’s better that you don’t anyways.” You wanted to reply, but all your words seemed to die at your tongue. He wiped his tears, dusted his pants and left. The moon was the only presence you felt at the moment. It felt reassuring to know that the moon wouldn’t leave you, always illuminating through the night. Your feelings finally catching up to you, overwhelmed by everything that’s happened in the past week. A few tears falling from your face. They were warm, and stung against your cold face. You were called back in by the guards, wondering where you’ve gone. Everyone had left by now. You entered the quiet castle, ever so still and peaceful. You grabbed a candle to light the way to your room. Just on your way up, you heard something from one of the other bedrooms.

It was from Riki’s. Sniffles and quiet cries were heard. You felt your heart sting, he seems so misunderstood. You took a deep breath in and slipped in quietly. His back was facing you. He was sitting on the other side of the room. You swiftly walked up to him, placing your hand on his back, startling him. He quickly wiped his tears. “Stop that, all you’re doing is suppressing how you feel.” He turned to you, eyes beat red from all the crying. His glossy eyes glowed under the moonlight peeking through the windows. “I’m sorry I’m the way I am.” He said, arrow straight to the heart, picking at your soul. “It seems unfair for me to judge you based on the way you acted, you were angered. I’m sorry for that.” You said putting his hands in yours. He looked down at the sight, causing him to smile. A lightbulb went off in your head. “I have an idea.” The confused boy tilted his head at you. You pulled out a tie from his drawer and wrapped it around his eyes. “Should I trust you?” He sheepishly asked laughing. “I don’t know you ask me.”

You took him in one hand and in the other the candle, the warm light reflecting on the walls. You walked him down to the ballroom. You quickly played music and ran back to him. You ripped off the tie, and placed your hand out. “May I have this dance?” He cringed at your statement, “I thought you’d never ask.” He said bringing the same energy to the table. You two danced all night until your feet were aching. Both of you fell to the floor, laying on your backs. “Thank you..thank you for hearing me out, you know? I feel like I’m just perceived as this evil monster, when no one even takes into account of what I go through.” He said chuckling, even though you know he was hurting. You sat up, looking down at him. You brushed his hair out of his face with your fingers. He held your wrist, softly pulling himself up and pulling you closer. “Everyone deserves a second chance.” You whispered. And with that, your lips met. Both of you cautious at first, slowly testing the waters. A warm kiss that sealed the envelope of the birth to a new young love.

[five month times skip]

There both of you were, looking down at the kingdom that now the both of you share. You laid your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his roaring heart. All it took was to unravel his secrets piece by piece to bring his soft soul to the surface.