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[victoriousfidelity]

@darehearts said: "I only wanted to help." 200 random dialogue prompts. | accepting.

"I understand, and that's a commendable intention to have, but helping at the expense of your own wellbeing is never the best of ideas." If she has the air of a woman who has uttered similar phrases more times than she can count, that's because she has. But she pauses in cleaning the minor (but decidedly bloody) gash on his forehead, and her tone turns amused and faux-conspiratorial as she catches his eye.

"Although, between you and I... All the most heroic people I know would have done exactly what you did. So at least you're in good company with your reckless heroics."

[hifimuses]

@erthlyheavn​​ (Closed Starter for Olivia Octavius)

It seemed like a regular day for Peter Parker, he went to his paid internship at Alchemax. His graduate degree in biophysics, his doctorate in biochemistry, and overall some test in the field were major reasons why he was chosen to take up the job. Dr. Olivia Octavius specially chose Peter as a close intern to work mainly under her. The two had worked a rather close bond, especially for a simple boss and employee. They had a lot of respect for one another, and seemed to always have each other’s backs on difficult assignments. They even talked outside of work, which is why Peter felt he could trust her more than others in the company. 

It was certainly not just any other day for the intern. Things have not been normal since that incident when he got off of work. After what seemed to be probably the most intense spider bite he has ever had, he has grown. What he can only call unnatural abilities. This has included anything from the ability to make webs to even crawling on walls. He couldn’t trust this with just anyone so, maybe someone with a bit of knowledge and some of his trust, like Liv might help, at least she seemed like a person who would keep this secret for him and they could talk about it.

Once lunchtime finally came around, he did what he normally did and knocked on Liv’s office to invite her to lunch, and as soon as they sat down he did his best to explain it all without sounding totally insane to her.  

[naitfall-hmm]

@decidentia asked:

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . – from Eld!

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His heartbeat had risen slightly, his eyes narrowed for a second, his composure lost only for a moment, pain not distracting him from taking out his opponent ( an abnormal, who had entered their formation ). When the sun set, and they had the luxury to finally set their feet on the ground, Levi allowed his squad to address the injury he had sustained. A deep cut at the side of his stomach had slowed him down, even if by little. Eld was the first to approach. The most confident when he was around — was it the rest of them were still scared of him, his temper, his reactions? Does it hurt? ❝ What do you think? ❞ Well, no wonder why they were so tense in his presence. 

He could have handled it on his own — too many years spent fighting on the streets, too much blood spilt, many injuries sewn, and only his life to be responsible for. The battlefield changed, the purpose he’d chosen to serve, now responsible for the life of others instead ( ensure their protection, their growth, make sure they wouldn’t sacrifice their lives for a worthless cause ) — but alone again Levi would stand among enemies. His conscious choice was, to keep advancing forward, move fast, so none would catch up to his pace — it was dangerous to stay close. Yet, last time he took a moment to look back, he’d see them, his squad, chasing after him. Maybe, it wouldn't be that bad, to slow down every once in a while — let them treat his injuries (visible or not), so he could treat theirs as well. 

Most soldiers would grow uneasy when witnessing their superior getting hurt, but not them, and if they were, they were good at masking their fear, matching their leader. Most soldiers relied on someone else to make their choices for them, to take responsibility for their lives — quite common when on a battlefield, to lose trust in one's self, to look for who was more skilled and experienced. They were different, arrogant enough to know they could do well on their own, their strength as a team almost equal to his, and ready to give up on everything to keep moving forward.

Silently they sat by the campfire, as Eld worked on cleaning his injury of any dried blood. Levi could have done it on his own, yet instinctively he had given in. He was bleeding too. He was no different, and neither were they. His weak nature, his humanity, the Captain carried with pride, a rare sight a chosen few got to witness, and a lesson he wanted to teach them. Humanity's strongest soldier. His strength, inhuman. A monster. Even a devil, to some. Cruel, for his humanity to be questioned, when it was monsters he fought against, risking his life just like everyone else in the Survey Corps. Invincible? He wasn't. His life would hang by a thread, just like the rest of them. He wouldn't sacrifice any less, or be worth more.

That much was enough, though. ❝ I'll take over from here. ❞ Enough of himself put on display. Before the balance was disturbed, he retreated back to his usual manners. ❝ I can stitch it on my own. You should rest. ❞

[ofdetonation]

@multianime: With the colder weather happening all he wanted to do was be closer to Bakugou. He just wanted to cuddle up to him and enjoy the warmth. Denki looks at Bakugou with his best puppy dog eyes knowing that normally does the trick for Bakugou. He holds out his arms making grabby hands at him. "Come cuddle with me, it's cold." Denki said. meme: unprompted. ╱ status: always accepting.

katsuki doesn't usually do open affection. nothing "in your face", anyway ; hand holding, maybe a brisk hug, mostly ruffles of the hair, those were more his thing. but ... he guesses the whole new year's thing that happened ignited a new sense of boldness from the other blond.

that, and the belief that puppy eyes worked 100% of the time. it was more like a 50/50 chance, if katsuki had a say about it.

with a brow raised and staring down denki with a strong stoicism, the young bakugou crosses his arms, waits to see if he'll waver. it's not that he'll say no ╱ in fact, there was no intention to deny him. what he was after was an uncertainty to befall the other, to realise he can't be making such high and mighty demands like that with him, before he actually followed through.

so he waits. and waits. and when he thinks he sees denki waver, he relents.

❝ yeah, yeah. don't go thinkin' i'm your personal heater. ❞ katsuki sits beside the blond, dragging denki by an open arm for him to come in closer ; he's not half-assing it. that's not exactly his thing. ❝ there. happy ? ❞

[ofgravitation-moved]

@riotmade​​ said: kaito was always careful of showing his kids' faces on the internet -- - keisuke and kaito's public instagrams never had their faces in them, at least ; just off angles. tiny hands holding theirs, the back of their heads. carefully scrutinized to be sure that they were out of the public eye as much as possible ( especially with how insane dynazero fans could get ). this included paparazzi, of course. part of being a hero was that you could always be caught unawares, and unfortunately, being married to the number three hero didn't make anything easier for the support tech CEO. it's for all of these reasons that kai leans down, adjusts the hood on the stroller that he's currently pushing the one year old akari in so that it's a bit lower than it really needed to be, before continuing on the walk that would take them to the coffee shop, falling in line with ochako once again as they make their way. " -- so, anyways. enough about me, how's your preparations for the hero gala going ? you excited ? i know kei has been going crazy trying to find us some matching outfits or something. " he shrugs.  

she had one too many things on her mind to begin with, the gala? was honestly the last thing on ochako’s mind. hazel eyes glance down at akari just as kaito adjusted the hood on the stroller, good. the paparazzi were coming out in droves lately as the countdown to the gala drew closer yet with each passing day. the eyes of the world were beginning to center around the heroes as the days got closer-- ochako hated this time of year. 

it was like living beneath a microscope. where each and every move you made publicly was watched and criticized. then judged again, not only by your peers, but also by the rest of the world. no matter how many people she’s saved or defended in the last year, the only thing uravity has been known for lately was being akari’s surrogate. and while that was a blessing and gift she could give to two of the people she cared very dearly about in this world, it’d done horrible for her career as a rescue hero. something, she was still trying to fix.  

her gaze shifts to kaito briefly, and the corners of her lips do turn up into a smile. to see kei and kaito in matching outfits would be a picture perfect moment, surely. but, even though the thought brings a smile to her face, ochako still shrugs a shoulder, stuffing her hands into her jacket’s pockets. “ my manager hasn’t shut up about the gala for weeks now. it’s bad enough i’m already doing so many engagements each day on top of patrols-- ” ochako looks out ahead of them again, eyes constantly darting around, just in case. you never could be too careful, anymore. 

sighing, ochako shakes her head, evenly. “ i mean.. i guess i’m excited? but i just hate all the glitz and glamor that goes along with it! i gave the agency so much publicity last year,  this year they’re going way over the top. ” she thinks back to last year when mina dropped everything to come and make sure a pregnant ochako was literally the belle of the ball. “ i think my agency even hired a makeup team, and i am wearing some crazy expensive dress by an international designer? i’m scared to see the heels they picked out.. they’ll probably cost more than my apartment.. ” wary eyes slide towards kaito, and they soften a fraction when they meet his. and she laughs, genuinely. 

“ but seeing you and kei all matchy-matchy? that’ll make my night for sure! ” if anything, at least once all the hero duties of the evening were out of the way, it’d be a night they could all enjoy together. something, that due to busy schedules, didn’t happen as much as they all would’ve liked. “ i know deku’s excited! ” 

[naitfall]

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Angels. His mother has spoken of angels before. Creatures of light, who watched over them, creatures she believed would protect them. A mystery was his mother's nature, how she could still cling to hope and innocence, despite having been doomed to darkness. Levi claimed to know the cruel truth, even if he had never spoken of it — there were no angels watching over them, at least not for him and his mother, or else they wouldn't let her slowly rot, mind and body alike. Angels came only when it was far too late, when it was their time to leave so that they could collect the souls of the living.

The door had swung open, light forcing its way in, illuminating the dark room. Instinctively Levi brought his knees closer to his chest, as if to hide away from the intensity of it, like the shadow he had become, as if the last of him would fade away if met with such violent light. A beautiful young woman wearing a white dress stood by the doorway. Had he seen her before? He hadn't, for he wouldn't forget anyone who shone as brilliantly as her, brilliant like the sun — he could only imagine its radiance and yet, she exceeded his imagination. There was no mistaking the reason she had come.

The last time an angel had visited them, Levi was asleep. When he awoke, her skin had grown cold— she wouldn't be feverish anymore. When he called her, she wouldn't respond or flinch in her sleep. His mother had left without getting the chance to say goodbye. The boy hadn't been able to sleep ever since. He wanted to speak, to ask the lady standing before him, why she didn't wake him up when she last came, but he couldn't force himself to speak. His eyes hurt, far too accustomed to the darkness, watching as her frame approached him. Unfocused, clouded was his gaze, and yet he couldn't look anywhere else but her blurry image.

He was soon to reunite with his mother. That’s why she had come, wasn’t it? Because he was close to dying. Maybe, there was mercy after all. His mother shouldn’t suffer anymore. She wouldn’t struggle to breathe, or cry in pain any longer. Maybe, death was the only escape creatures like her could offer. He took a deep shaky breath, as if the first he'd taken in a very long time. He was ready.

[miela]

Shattered Memories {Masterlist}

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Reader Type: Afab! Iron Spider! Silk! Avenger! Stark!

Length: Series (Longish, about 20 chapters)

Series Genre(s): Romance with Dramatic and Comedic undertones (if you squint)

Series Theme(s): Fluff, Angst, Smut (some Dark themes)

Series Summary: After Peter sacrificed his identity for the sake of the world, five years go by before he finds you back in his life again.

Series Content: Content from Civil War, Homecoming, Far From Home and No Way Home will be heavily present. Some content from other MCU movies and shows may come up here and there.

Series Warnings: 18+ {MDNI}, Mentions of substance abuse, alcoholism, s*icidal thoughts, self-harm, abusive relationship (not Peter x Y/N) in later chapters. warnings subject to change. Please proceed with caution.

Extra Content: A Few of my OCs are in here! Let me know if you want me to make a character list to reference.

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Updates: Fridays (may post chapters eariler, but there will usually always be an update on fridays)

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CHAPTERS:

Prologue: The Last Moment Before New Beginnings Chapter I: The Expo & The Files Chapter II: A Sense of Reunion Chapter III: A Sense of Reunion II Chapter IV: What Friends Are For Chapter V: The Do Over Chapter VI: Two Spiders, One Sorceress Chapter VII: Full of Feelings Chapter VIII: Lovers at the Gala Chapter IX: The Thread of Silk & Gold Chapter X: The Return of a Hero Chapter XI: Hummingbirds & Honeybees Chapter XII: Sunflower Love Chapter XIII: The Rumor & The Scandal XIV XV XVI XVII XVIII XIX XX (MORE TBA)

DRABBLES:

Two Peas in a Pod {Friendship with Gwen} A Sense of Reunion {Alternate Universe}

[naitfall-hmm]

@worldhell asked:

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Send ‘regress’ to meet my muse as a child.

from my archived blog. maybe farlan paid a visit in levi's head? maybe it's time travel? levi hallucinating/dreaming about what's about to come? still, I needed to throw my child @ ya

Hollow and weary, ice blue eyes, unfocused due to absolute exhaustion, contradicting their usual sharpness, met with the kind gaze of someone he was supposed to know, someone he was going to meet, and trust with his humanity (the remnants of it, when the world desperately tried to take it away from him, so the man could be shaped to a tool). Unbeknownst to the child not only there were many years left for him to live, too much to lose, but also someone worth living for, patiently waiting for their lives to align.

Levi's figure was small for his age. He was young, not older than ten, but one could easily mistake him for a six-year-old. Much easier to prey on. Soft dark hair was on shoulder-length. His mother, skilled with scissors couldn't cut it for him for a long time, and Levi didn't care enough to do this on his own. He'd wear a white dress that didn't belong to him — to keep her scent close to his body, her warmth, for as long as he could, now that her hands had grown cold, and he wouldn't find comfort in her embrace ever again.

He could barely stand on his feet. He hadn't eaten for days, and slowly but steadily he was losing his ability to think. He preferred it that way, if his heart wouldn't hurt this much. It'd be an easy death. He hadn't anything else to do with his life after all, now that his only source of light was gone. Had she suffered in her last moments? Was she in pain? For long his mother had suffered, for months slowly fading bit by bit, but had she found a tiny bit of peace before leaving? Soon he'd know. It was decided after all. The weak wouldn't survive for long.

He hadn't the strength to speak, and he rarely did. There was nothing worth saying, and people never listened. But the man stood there, watching him with eyes that held a familiar warmth. What could he possibly want from him? ❝ Who are you? ❞

[ofdetonation]

@multianime inquired : There's a smile on his face after seeing Katsuki. They were alone for right now so he figured it would be okay to walk up to him and wrap his arms around him. Before stealing a kiss on the cheek. He just hopes Katsuki wouldn't kill him for that. ╱ unprompted.

katsuki had the kitchen to himself. well, he might have threatened the rest of the class about disturbing him in the middle of cooking, but that was also why he had one earphone out. although engrossed in heavy rock and the prep work he was doing for later ⸺ it's vegetables at the moment ⸺ the blond was listening intently for footsteps, prepared to snap at them for trying to come in while he was busy.

it just so happens the next person entering the kitchen was denki.

frustrations die on the tip of his tongue as he huffs, turning back to the cutting board and working through it ╱ he is, albeit, slower now. his gaze shifts between the carrot he's cutting and the other blond now in his presence. there's a slight narrow of his eyes when denki shifts in close.

katsuki tenses instinctively at the arms loosely wrapping around him, halting his processes as he stares at his boyfriend with a brow raised. ( he damn near wants to poke some fun about him for it ⸺ after all, needy much ? ) it was one thing to enter his space without question, another to wrap his arms around him wordlessly, and another thing entirely on top of that to ⸺

well, it catches him off-guard.

after a few beats of silence, katsuki huffs and returns his attention to his methodical cutting and dicing, reignited with fervour. he makes no effort to push denki away.

❝ if you're gonna stand around in here while i do shit, just stay outta my way. ❞

his way of accepting denki's presence. which is, to be fair, much more than he gives anyone else in the class, even if they just want a snack ...

[hifimuses]

@heroinesjourncy

"Ah, she caught that all to coinvent Get Out of a Lame Office Stunt bug! I heard that's the worst." Peter said laughing at his own cheesy joke. It's something he usually did. "I guess someone eventually needs to get picked for it. I got you covered on this one though."

Peter just sort of nodded and listened along, especially when he heard her last sentence. "Right, Jonathan sounds like someone who would help orchestrate this whole thing." Peter said still nodding, all the while thinking to himself about what he just asked her. All the while picturing how it would have gone if she said, yes. He just got more flustered and more into his own thoughts.

Did he really want that? Yes! Did he think she would? It was a long shot to say the least, certainly not subtle but he was never sure how to approach those particular emotions for her. They were hard to describe. He just felt more at peace and happier whenever she was around.

"Well, to be fair, they did ask her first, but she conveniently called in sick today. So, then I got stuck manning the kissing booth. Lucky me." She explained, her tone dry and sarcastic.

At his question, she nodded. "Yeah, unfortunately. We're trying to raise a certain amount of money by the end of this fundraiser. Thankfully it's not a whole lot, since we're spreading different goal amounts among the other booths.

"Oh, that would be Jonathan, but you don't have to report to him until the end of the day. But well, I could always just say you kissed me."

[ofgravitation-moved]

@riotmade​​ said: ‘ don’t leave me, please. ’ // akari 👀

it was the plea in her god daughter’s voice that makes ochako’s heart leap into her throat. she sounds so scared and alone. when in fact, it’s the complete opposite. she’d never be alone. she never was alone. in fact, akari had maybe the best family and support system that a child ever could. 

ochako wastes no time in restraining the enemy. she was going to take the culprit to the police, but instead, she binds his wrists and ankles, and knocks him out and unconscious in less than a minute, rushing right over to the young hero. 

“ i’m right here, sweetie, shhh. ‘m not going anywhere-- ” quickly, ochako brushes akari’s hair back and holds her close, protectively. “ it’ll be okay, you’re okay. ” she’d already sent for kai and keisuke with the pager on her wrist. how akari had gotten into this whole mess, ochako didn’t know, but she was glad that she’d been patrolling this particular area to rescue her.

reflexively, ochako takes a second to go back into hero mode, and looks her niece over. she looked to be in pretty decent shape, perhaps just in the wrong place at the wrong time? hazel looks over her shoulder at the thug tied in ropes, oh, if looks could kill. “ i’m gonna stay right here with you, akari, okay? your dads should be here any minute now. “ 

[pinkpastelcalesti]

LANDSCAPING LOVE || Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

SUMMARY -> Tired of bouncing back and forth between the U.S. and Japan after graduating college, you’ve finally secured the career of your dreams: You’re Japan’s first heroics cartographer, a title bestowed upon you due to your quirk and specialty, that creates geographic maps for hero agencies across the country. While your work is highly respected and sought after, you’re known for a more niche reason among your coworkers at the Dynamight Agency: the food you make is fucking amazing. When Dynamight himself inevitably gets word that you’re coming for his cooking title on his own turf, chaos ensues and you find yourself competing against your boss for not only best chef, but also to win over his heart.

CONTENT/WARNINGS -> Pro hero AU, agency reader, reader with a quirk, fem/AFAB reader, reader is originally from America, reader is bilingual (English and Japanese), strangers (more like coworkers that don’t get a chance to speak much) to friends to lovers, fluff & chaos, minimal angst, suggestive humor.

AUTHOR NOTES -> This is SO self-indulgent in terms of the reader’s job/quirk oopsies,,, I love writing fun shit and this is gonna hopefully come together like I want it to!!

LENGTH -> N/A

STATUS -> Ongoing

TABLE OF CONTENTS.

Chapter I.

Chapter II.

Chapter III. (TBA)

Chapter IV. (TBA)

Chapter V. (TBA)

[emonaculate]

Spectacular? Anything but that.

MASTERLIST

Synopsis:

In a universe where Satoru Gojo dons the mantle of Spider-Man, he grapples with the weight of responsibility and the toll it takes on his mental health. As he swings through the city, saving lives and battling inner demons, his relationships begin to strain under the pressure.

This Gojo x Black!Reader story delves deep into his psyche, showcasing the anguish of a hero who always seems to suffer. With an emphasis on angst, watch as Satoru navigates the complexities of love, friendship, and the burden of a secret life—can he find balance, or will the hero's journey consume him?

EPISODE LIST

Episode O: Teaser

Episode I: Origin story? Nah, I'm built different.

Episode II: TBA

Episode III: TBA

Episode IV: TBA

Episode V: TBA

Episode VI: TBA

Episode VII: TBA

Episode VIII: TBA

Episode IX: TBA

Episode X: TBA

Episode XI: TBA

Episode XII: Finale

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A Kairos Moment (Primordial God! Chronos x Ananke! Nico AU Chapters)

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I. As the Fates Will: LINK

II. One Mortal’s Choice: LINK

III. A Primordial Family Gathering: LINK

IV. Camp Half-Blood Gains a Camp Assistant: LINK

V.  The Beginning Was a Being, and Her Name Was Ananke: LINK

VI. Things (Better Left) Unsaid): LINK

VII. A Kairos Moment: LINK

VIII.  A Year From Now: LINK

IX.  Welcome Back: LINK

X.  Here Lies Percy Jackson: Gone Too Soon, Would Have Gone Earlier: LINK

XI.  A Game of Cat and Mouse: LINK

XII. The Prophecy of the Seven: LINK

XIII. The Price of Forgiveness: LINK

XIV. The Son of Magic: LINK

XV. Anti-Hero: LINK

XVI. The Past: LINK

XVII. This Mercy of Mine: LINK

XVIII. What Could Be: LINK

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[ofdetonation]

@ensnaresugars inquired : "You're gonna kill me is that it? Again you're saying that?" Daiki snapped at Katsuki. "Well FINE you know what glad you said something! Do it! Kill me then! Oh but first!" He went to the side of the building and dragged out a shovel, throwing it at Katsuki's feet. "DIG A GRAVE. About six feet deep, the body will decay faster than you can dig so dig it first, then kill me. If you want to kill me, if you want to kill someone so bad THEN DO IT. KILL ME THEN, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? YOU'VE NEVER KILLED ANYONE BUT YOU CAN START NOW." ╱ unprompted.

daiki was pissing him off. his fuse was too short for their bantering bullshit today, and he let it slip that he'd kill the other if another word left his mouth ⸺ well, he said it on purpose, but the words didn't have the kind of bite in them that meant he'd follow through. he'd fight him, maybe. plenty of class a would vouch that he'd get physical if he were pissed off enough, only ever directed to the object of his annoyance ... but he never meant he'd actually kill the other.

he was fully prepared to snap back at daiki before he rushes off, coming back with a shovel, the tool clattering against concrete at his feet. it stares offensively up at the young bakugou ╱ rust and dirt clings to its steel, splinters in the wooden handle, the rubber grip at the top fraying and disintegrating from being out in the sun for too long. he takes a step away from it. his eyes narrow at it, then at daiki, as he ⸺

nobody dared to try and make katsuki follow through on his threats before.

there's a few beats where he says nothing, listening instead. this, he deduces, isn't a normal reaction. this was the reaction of someone who wanted him to make good on his word ⸺ even though they both know it's not heroic and he's never killed before, never wanted to kill, daiki wanted him to do it. dared him to. would it be easier if katsuki was the one doing the job ? let his hands be the ones to get tainted and ruin his upcoming profession before it even starts, was that it ? ╱ it's career suicide. daiki ... was only pissing him off more.

did daiki really think he'd risk his career ? katsuki was brash, violent, an asshole, always acting like a delinquent even if he would abide by rules ⸺ but he never sought to risk his life goals for the sake of some feelings he had about people. those feelings never stuck around long enough, anyway. ( the idea of picking up that shovel and digging a hole six feet deep sickens him in a way he can't describe. he wasn't some undertaker. he wasn't a criminal. he wasn't a villain. )

❝ you're a fucking cunt, ❞ the word slips out before he thinks ; bitter, frustrated. angry. he kicks the shovel back to daiki, the metal scraping against the concrete, clattering from its sudden shift in motion. ❝ y'know what ? you wanna die so bad, schizo ? go fuckin' do it yourself. i ain't interested in bein' your scapegoat for whatever sorta shitty feelings you have. ❞