#i adore the way it tears its arms off and uses them as weapons + how the blood spilling from where the arms used to be looks like wings

[starry-bi-sky]

i have been unmedicated for the entirety of spring break and thus have had little interest in writing this down, but i have been thinking about this for the entire week (as well as a dpdc clone danny au that resulted in it becoming its entirely separate batman au that includes a teenage vigilante bruce wayne, an ocarina, and me entirely incapable of making a batman au without making bruce dirt poor but we're not talking about that) and so i've finally went 'fuck it' and forcibly grabbed my laptop. I will get this done in one sitting even if it kills me.

BUT. This is about neither clone^2 danny nor about who i am calling Ocarina Batman. This is about my Danyal Al Ghul Au and more SPECIFICALLY it's me thinking about his relationship with Sam and Tucker specifically.

Tucker and Sam? Adore this asshole (affectionate) with every fiber of their being. And it is very much a reciprocated feeling, but Danny's thoughts will not be delved into much other than he would kill for them.

Tucker? The only person currently capable of getting a deep, loud, belly laugh out of Danny. Sam can get him to smile and to laugh, but it's the kind that's a chuckle-under-the-breath. The quiet, looks-down-while-huffing laughter. Snorts once with laughter and then grins stupidly.

But Tucker? Tucker can crack a slew of stupid jokes and Danny will be incapacitated for the next five minutes because he's laughing so hard that he can't breath. He lands one well-timed pun or quip and Danny will be close to tears. His laughter is their favorite sound in the whole world.

Sam is lowkey jealous of this ability, and she's gotten a belly laugh out of Danny a few times. But alas, it is Tucker who wields this power and has gotten it the most times out of the two of them.

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They're also both physically affectionate with Danny as much as possible. It started roughly around when they were 12-ish, a year since they befriended Danny, and they noticed that he sought after touch but never seemed to initiate (and was in some ways repulsed by it). They started slowly being more touchy with him. Hooking a finger around his to lead him somewhere, tapping his wrist, looping arms. Little touches, grabs, etc, to get him used to it, and once he started doing it back they started increasing it.

It's gotten to a point where he will now just. Lay on them. Like a lizard sunbathing on a rock. Leaning on their backs when they're sitting in class before the bell rings, his chin on their heads. He'll talk about anything with his arms looped around their shoulders.

If they're sitting on a couch at either of their houses, he'll lay his legs on theirs. Him and Tucker will press their feet against the other's and try and push against them (newsflash: Danny always wins, Tucker claims its the ghost strength but Danny's been winning since before his accident)

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Naturally, both Sam and Tucker know where Danny keeps his weapons on his person, and are allowed to grab them off of him if they need it. His only requirement is that they don't lose his weapons if they take it and forget to return it immediately.

They both understand how big of a thing this is from Danny, and so they do their best to treat his weapons with a lot of respect and care because they know its his way of saying he trusts them.

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Sam and Tucker are so fond of Danny it's insane. Like fr. That's their goddamn best friend, and they are so protective of him. Emotionally, physically, you name it. They will tear the head off a grown man if they need to, Danny's had scars since he arrived in Amity Park and Sam and Tucker both are going to find the person who put them there and make them pay for it.

One time, Tucker overheard a bunch of upperclass girls speaking nastily about Danny and about the rumors surrounding him, calling him names like 'freak', 'monster', etc. Danny was with him and heard it, and seemingly appeared unbothered by it, even telling Tucker that he was used to such rumors.

Tucker was so furious that hacked into the school system later that night and tanked those girls grades. They were kicked out of their clubs and had to go to mandatory tutoring for the rest of the year. He made sure to leave some way of letting them know it was him who did it.

And Sam doesn't like using her money for things, doesn't like abusing that wealth. So instead, whenever her parents talk bad about Danny, she causes a media incident that has her parents scrambling to deal with. She does something wild, outrageous by her parents' standards.

She heard some boys on the basketball team making fun of Danny once, similar to those girls had. She kicks up a fuss about something eco-unfriendly at school and forcibly holds a protest on the same day of the big home basketball game, forcing them to cancel the event and reschedule to a visiting school.

She anonymously donates money so that there's new uniforms for the team but oops! Looks like she "forgot" to donate enough money for them to get uniforms for all the team members, and strangely enough those boys in particular didn't get them! Looks like they'll have to wait until more money gets donated for the basketball team to get their new, nice uniforms. The old ones look so ratty in comparison, right?

And since the football team gets most of the sport money, that might just take awhile. And if (and when) they kick up a fuss? oops! Off the basketball team you go, :) such unsportsman-like behavior is unfit for the team.

(The only good thing about how corrupt the school system is is that she can use it to her advantage too.)

The both of them know that Danny suspects them for the sudden misfortune falling on these people, but he doesn't call them out on it. He's kinder than he used to be, but not kind enough to vouch for people who speak badly of him. Sometimes, he might just congratulate them on not getting caught.

Because Danny is their wonderful, hurt friend with a "slightly" Blue and Orange Moral code, and enough scars that people have been calling him a criminal (and worse) since he arrived in Amity Park when he was ten. And they'll be damned if he gets hurt anymore.

[moscnios]

Straw Hats x Fem reader familial fluff! I wanna see the Straw Hats reactions when they find out their sweet stemstress crew member actually secretly made plushies of all of them, including different cute outfits! BTW, Chopper plushie has a LOT more different cute costumes!

⟡    ֺ   𓂂  headcanons  ,  with a seamstress/seamster crewmate who made them plushies.

✸     characters! . . .  the straw hats.

✸     cw(s)! . . .  platonic. the request says seamstress, but this is gn! no pronouns used. not proofread.

✸     notes! . . .  loved this sm !! i hope i did it justice. thank you so much for requesting !!

luffy absolutely LOVES his, hardly even letting you finish talking before grabbing onto the plushie that looks just like him and running out the door to fly it around like an action figure

he can be a little rough with it. he teared up seeing that he broke the little plushie’s arm off within the first few hours of having it.

you reassure him that it’s okay and that you can just sew it back on and it’s good as new

chopper, like luffy, loves his plushie. he gives you a lot of compliments about how it looks just like him. he gives you the tightest hug

chopper brings his mini-me with him everywhere. because of all the cute outfits that you’ve made for it, he is always matching outfits with the plushie

the reindeer doctor definitely sleeps with the plushie right by his side

usopp keeps his plushie on his workshop desk between his lamp and a cup of pencils and pens where he can always see it

he has developed an unintentional habit of talking to the plushie and showing it his blueprints and new weapons as if it was a real person. there’s something comforting about it

nami keeps hers in the vanity of the girls’ room, so she can see it in every room when she’s getting ready for the day in the morning and when she’s getting ready for bed at night

she loves changing her plushie’s outfit every day. it becomes part of her daily routine

like usopp, nami definitely talks to hers from time to time, ranting about her day or what crazy things luffy has managed to get them into

robin finds her mini-me quite adorable. you know she loves cute things. she couldn’t have asked for a better gift

she keeps her plushie on the nightstand next to her bed, wanting it to be the first thing she sees in the morning and the last thing she sees at night

there are nights were she can’t sleep, her mind refusing to let her relax. she holds onto her plushie and is reminded of you and the rest of the crew, her family

franky adores his mini-me. you even gave it, its own little bottle of cola ?? he could just hug you forever

he adds a little voice box (with your permission of course) to his plushie and records himself saying a few of his catchphrases. so when he does squeeze it, it lets out a little “super!!”

that’s his little son :,)

just when jinbei thought there was no way you could get any more precious, you place the plushie version of himself in his hand

he takes such great care of his mini-me. it’s so nice to see him eating with his plushie sitting on his shoulder. or when he’s going for a swim and his mini-me is sitting on a beach chair not too far behind

brook thinks his little skeleton plushie is so precious. he loves your attention to detail. he finds you including his scar very endearing

you even made it a little tea cup that matches his tea cup

he definitely has tea parties with his mini-me and invites you <3

it’s a gift from you, of course, sanji loves it !! how thoughtful of you to make something for him

he’s not really sure how to explain it. it gives him a mirror of how you see him and you care for him. it’s really comforting. he can’t help but smile and every time he sees little plushie him

zoro is not really vocal in his appreciation for his plushie. he’s not really one for plushies. it worries you that he doesn’t like it at first because he’s just looking at it without saying anything :((

but he does love it !! he does !! he even loves that you made his swords to match. you’ll see him from time to time napping on the deck with little plushie zoro in his lap or right next to him

© MANGEKYUOU  —  do not copy, repost, or translate my works.

[heartfullofleeches]

I frickin LOVE the extreme size difference between kraken and clownfish reader! Please, sir, can we have some more??

A living, breathing human. One you at least assume to be. It's really hard to tell since it's been so long, and their current situation.

After exploring the ruins of the latest in numerous ship cracks in the region, you swam up to the surface to experiment with your new toy in its proper environment. As hard as you tried, instruments just didn't play well underwater. On land you discovered the horrific aftermath of what you thought to be a natural disaster, a visceral sea of crimson and improvised weapons strewn across the shore as far as the eye could see. There wasn't a remain in sight of what caused either beside the rotting wood of a ship and a single leg peaking from the intact helm of the ship. It twitches as a broken spear washes onto shore and sticks its boot.

Saving your shock for a better time, you rush over to help the survivor. It takes all of your strength to pull the wheel off their crushed limb, prolonged by moans and pained breaths causing you to let go out of fear of hurting them more. You pull them as close to the water without submerging them to check their injuries. Their pants leg was dyed red, but upon rolling back their sleeve there's sickening relief that the blood was likely from the shed around them, and their leg wasn't irreparable despite the bruising. Their forehead was spilt open, and their body was covered head to toe in smaller battle wounds, but they would live.

You tear off the driest part of their shirt and wrap it around their head. Hissing in pain as you tie it tight, the human's eyes flutter open. They fall on you momentarily, but their focus swiftly draws elsewhere - passive confusion soaring to unbridled fear. You don't have the pleasure not opportunity to ask them what's wrong.

A tendril locking around your waist and arms, you're dragging back into the sea - hurled through the tides so rapidly your vision temporary goes black before fading back into the murky blue depth of the ocean. The tendril is so thick it completely immobilizes you all the way down to your tail; left hopelessly to flail and scream as you're pulled down to the sea floor and back at the mouth of the ship. Through its smile of minced flesh and pointed teeth, you realize it was not the ship looking down on you, but the glowing eyes of your captor. Released from its tendrils, the chance of your escape is greatly weakened as the beast takes you in its enormous hand instead.

"Little one, it hurts me so to see you in cohorts with the enemy...."

The best approximation to your scale would be the time you entertained a group of children on a cruise ship. The smallest, friendliest one of the bunch had the most adorable doll you had ever seen. It fit snuggly in the crook of their arms and was no longer than their torso, waving to you as the ship passed by. Somehow, you were even smaller than that to this creature. Its single hand fit perfectly around your midsection with room to spare. One bite and your head would be taken clean off. If you could've grown pale in the gills you would have.

"please don't eat me...."

Can something thing big even hear a feeble little thing like you? You're probably part of its dessert, not even the full thing. The Kraken's tremendous laughter answers your question in one way or another.

"Eat you? Eat you? Even frightened you put on the best performances, my love. Why in the seven seas would I eat my mate? It's true you be on the smaller side, but you have done what no other creature has done in ages. Make me laugh."

You now know the source of those distance chuckles after every show. Back then you used to write it off as another mystery of the sea.

"I made my peace washing you from afar, but seeing you continue to play with our food broke my heart in two and left me no choice but to claim you now. I do care for you, but you will need to earn my forgiveness if you want your freedom. I pray you have your best material in memory."

[spacehostilityy]

rewatching the OVAs (netflix s2)

low key one of my fave intros art wise (we all know howling by granrodeo is my fave intro song lol) like the suits !! are so !! cute!!!

and this frame is adorable !!

I love the search for hawk sm theyre all so fucking cute

Meliodas casually dropping “you are my purpose in life” to Elizabeth like a month after they met is INSANE. Bc from his side, makes sense. Fell in love when they were young from opposite sides of a war, risked everything to be together, have been finding and losing each other for 3000 years. But from her side, he is a cool guy she has a crush on (who is at least 15ish years older than her) who she might have known as a child. He also just described her as his entire life’s purpose. Like bro THATS CRAZYYY

Seeing Meliodas destroy the horn of cernunos is such a badass moment to me. The way he responds to her taunting with direct action and violence rather than his usual merciful beating around the bush. My favorite Mel moments are when he is using his silly goofy little guy façade and suddenly has to drop it. This is when we see a glimpse of who he was when leading the 10 commandments: arrogant, powerful, and constantly full of rage

it just so happens that arrogant, powerful, and constantly full of rage are my most prized qualities in any character

WAIT HOLY SHIT IS THE “HEINOUS SIN” MELIODAS IS CONSIDERING THAT THE GODDESS SAYS WILL DRIVE EVERYONE HE LOVES AWAY REFERRING TO HIS PLAN TO BECOME THE DEMON KING ?!?!?!?

THAT WOULD MAKE SO MUCH SENSE AND ADDS LOWKEY A TON CHARACTER MOTIVATION TO EVERYTHING ELSE MEL DOES FROM HERE ON OUT

maybe everyone knew this and im late to the game but damn that would be so cool

im pretty sure ban switches out his red leather for the long burgundy coat is bc he keeps getting stabbed front to back and the coat has a hole in the back so the weapon wont tear it lolll😭

i feel like their faces (esp meliodas’s) look a tiny bit janky in the OVAs

once again appreciating the intro 😌

They’re so fucking cute !!

Merlin and Ban clearly don’t rlly like each other much yet and it’s so funny to me

Like these are Meliodas’s closest friends and they just kinda annoy each other a lot

it’s like fuckin icarly

Gustav: the captain and one of his fellow sins going one on one? We might neve see something like this again!

hahahahaha nooo. i mean gustav didn’t, he’s dead. but the rest will el ol el

Gil is the biggest dork to ever live and howzer is concerned. Mans is crying at watching them fight and howzer is just like … ok ??

Bartra: where the fuck is my daughter

his daughter: literally watching a cage fight

MELIODAS RIPS OFF BAN’S FUCKING ARM AND SMACKS HIM WITH IT AHSDBFKSKFSDHFFK LOLLLL

theyre literally the cutest

bestiesss (boyfriends)

every one of these bitches is a fucking alcoholic

ban’s whole character is that he’s a depressed, violent alcoholic and I love him

my horrible secret is that im skipping through a lot of ova 3 bc im just not a kiane girlie😔

i do love diane tho she so babygirl

nakaba’s not even thinly veiled size kink strikes again. Seriously, i can fuck with it, but its so funny that every single main ship has a significant/abnormal height difference

hendy and dreyfus are so gay for each other im genuinely surprised it’s not canon

like look at this scene and tell me something lgbt is not happening here

omg my pfp !!

Howzer’s dad is such a dick i love it

Meliodas using the sugar spoon to full counter is literally so fucking cute, i love when they have to use dumb weapons

but also vivian lost to a tiny spoon hehe

bet gil regrets not killing vivian after she kidnaps and permanently fucks up his son ahaha🥲

Merlin being fucking terrifying saying that vivian should have realized that she is a monster is why im gay

Meanwhile Meliodas:

I love when his face does that he’s so baby

KASDBFKLHDFNWDKF GIL, HOWZER, AND GRIAMOR ALL BEGING HORNY ABT “MATURE WOMAN” MERLIN

anyway time to start season 2!!

[icycoldninja]

I'll love you forever (Vergil x reader angst)

TW: Rape/noncon, blood, graphic violence, death, really angsty/dark themes, and cursing. If you are a minor or are uncomfortable with these themes, DNI!!!

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"Y/N, run!" Vergil shouted, using the Yamato to slice a gibbering demon in half. You ducked as its entrails whizzed past you; one of it's severed feet almost hit you in the face.

"I can't!" You replied, pulling out your own weapon and using it to kill an encroaching demon with large horns. The demon's corpse collapsed at your feet, adding to the pile of demon bodies that was beginning to build up. You and Vergil were stranded in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by hungry, angry demons. There were hundreds of them, all huge, armed, and tough as hell. Even with Vergil's legendary prowess and your own skill, there was no way you two would make it out of here alive--something Vergil knew all too well. This was the third time he'd insisted upon you leaving; he said he'd use the Yamato to open a portal back to civilization so you could get to safety, but you'd adamantly refused. How could you leave the love of your life to die like this? No, if you were going down, you were going down together. Vergil leaped into the air and sliced apart a demon that was mere inches from biting into your lower back; you took the head off of a denizen that had almost sliced off Vergil's leg.

"Why are you being so stubborn right now?!" Vergil yelled, panting heavily.

"Just go!" You shook your head.

"I'm not going. I'm staying here with you." Vergil shot you a look of both exhaustion and adoration. How he loved you for being so loyal to him.

"You're a fool, Y/N." He mumbled, before performing Judgement Cut on a particularly large demon.

"I might be a fool," You admitted, chuckling, "But I'm your fool."

From somewhere behind you, Vergil scoffed. Although he might have acted all annoyed and grumpy, but on the inside, he was practically glowing with love for you.

"Y/N, you are-" He was cut off when a HUGE demon with seven arms yanked him into the air by the foot.

"Shit," You swore, whirling around. "Vergil!" The demon was holding him upside down by his ankle; its 6 other arms were busy tearing away his clothing. Vergil struggled, kicked at the demon's arms, but the creature was so large and so strong, nothing he did affected the situation he was in at all. The demon, tired of his futile attempts to slice its arms off with the Yamato, squeezed his ankle, hard.

POP!

Vergil screamed in pain as his ankle was literally crushed under the demon's strength.

"Vergil!" You shouted, barreling you way past the congregating demons in order to get to him.

"No, stay back, Y/N, this one's different!"

What happened next only served to accentuate his words. The demon yanked the Yamato out of his hand and stripped him of his clothes. It tore his shirt, coat, pants, and boxers clean off in one swipe of its' powerful arms. Vergil, both pained and confused, could only hang there helplessly as an enormously long, phallic object emerged from between the demon's legs.

"What the-?!" You both cried in disbelief as several other, equally large demons with nearly equally sized phallic body parts gathered around Vergil.

"Oh no." You mumbled inwardly, as you realized what those objects were and what the demons were planning to do with them. You ran forwards, trying to reach Vergil before the demons did what you thought they were going to do. Sadly, your attempts were in vain. The horde of demons surrounded you, and without Vergil's help, you were unable to clear them away. The demons grabbed your arms and legs and held you still while the demon holding Vergil forced its cock into his mouth; Vergil gagged and choked, flailing about wildly. A few minutes later, other demons thrusted their cocks into Vergil's ass one by one. Soon, each demon began pounding him ruthlessly; he'd get one thrust from one creature, then another demon had it's turn, and so on. Vergil yelled in anguish as the demons defiled him, but his cries were unfortnately muffled by the huge demon cock shoved down his throat. He kicked and thrashed, but the demons simply grabbed hold of his limbs and snapped them. Meanwhile, you were held captive by the demons surrounding you, forced to watch as your beloved Vergil was violated over and over again--forced to watch as his body was literally torn apart. The creatures ripped off his arms and legs the way a child rips apart paper dolls. They shoved their dicks into him, tearing apart his organs from the inside out. They scratched at him with their claws, ripping his skin; adding to his pain.

You struggled, trying to break free so you could rescue your lover-or at least what was left of him. "VERGIL!!!" You screamed, but you were just as helpless as he was.

Once the monsters had their fun, they dropped the remains of your lover's broken, bleeding body on the ground and scampered back to whatever depths of hell they cake from.

"Vergil!" You sobbed, running towards him.

"Y/N...." He slowly turned his head towards you, staring up at you with his beautiful blue eyes--eyes that despite his agony, glowed with a deep affection for you.

"Listen to me, baby." His voice sounded raspy; his throat was torn and ruined from the demons' abuse. "Look at me." He managed to force a smile through all his pain. "I love you. I love you so much. I will always love you." You nodded, tearfully peppering his handsome face with kisses.

"I love you too, Verg. I love you too." Vergil smiled at you in that adorable way he always did.

"My Y/N....my baby girl...." You could see the life in his eyes was fading. You were losing him.

"No, no, please don't leave me." You begged, holding onto him with all your strength. "Please!" Vergil took in a shuddering, raspy breath.

"I want you to know...I'll love you...forever."

You shook your head fervently.

"No! No, stay with me, please." Despite your pleas, you knew there was no way he could stay alive much longer. He'd lost all his limbs and so much blood--it was a miracle he'd lasted this long. Tears spilling from your eyes, you cupped his bloody cheeks and kissed him on the lips, one last time. "I love you, Vergil. I always will."

With a pained, exhausted sigh, Vergil took one last look at his baby, then shut his eyes and was still.

[jeeperso]

D&D Quotes Without Context

Revenge of CHAOTICA!, Episode 4

"FUCKING OWLS.” "Okay," Katt says, "so we need to break this, but in a way it doesn't make things worse, right?” Thunderchild: “Explosives are probably out of the question, then.” "Well we gotta do something, it’s a big evil thing. A big evil OWL thing.” “Yeah, I'd rather not wade through the toxic muck that is killing the planet.” "It does mean not wading through poo gas & doody water…" GM OOC: Oh, you wish it was doody water. "Oh no, don't bring out the sockpuppet, Fiver.” "Quick!Someone-dress-me-like-an-owl!" “Wait,” the curious one says, “Why are you with two cats?” Katt: "We're traitors.” Fiver (disguised): “Prisoners.” Robbins: "Traitor prisoners.” Katt: "Bad traitors.” Fiver: "Big one’s a prisoner. Little one is dinner for the boss.” Fiver shrugs to the others, "He's like the son I never had. Or the son I don't have to pay alimony for.” OOC: Can't Robbin cast guidance on himself? OOC2: Yes, but first he must remember to do so. Then, you hear the Leonin let out a roar of feral rage before he bounds out, grabs the Owlin at the desk, and beats the other one with the first. OOC: Hit him with your sword of intelligence! Haikeeba! "Good job. When we get back to the gay bar, I'm buying dinner. Any flavor of fish you want.” Fiver walks over to the console "Please be user friendly.” Amber can just hear the console now. "Quiet, fleshbag. I do what I want, not as I'm programmed." Sure it is her imagination, but it would be funny if it happened. “They will betray you and then I will be forced to tear their arms off.” Thunderchild: “Yeah having your arm torn off hurts like a motherfucker.” "Amber come here and figure out how to work this thing. I'm not pushing any buttons what I don't know what they do. That's how Asmodeus steals souls.” …you all stun him, then the Leonin grabs his outstretched arm, tears it off and beats him to death with it. Covered in Owlin blood he glares at you. “I warned you.” Thunderchild: “Fair enough. I mean I figured he'd maybe be smart enough to wait until we were out of the room to try and fuck us.” Thunderchild: “What did you find? And do we need to blow it up?” “Make up your minds. Flapjack, Prince of the western plains will do this with or without you.” "Oh we're doing this, they want to live afterwards, and so do I.” Thunderchild: “Suck it up buttercup.” He glares at you and tosses you the arm. “Here. You could use the spare.” Thunderchild catches it and then uses it as a back scratcher. "Very handy.” "I need no weapon," Katt says. Moonpaw: "I can't use no weapon.” Flapjack growls, “We will need to fight our way up to the highest level, Free The Eye of Lumbera, and kill all who stand against us.” "That-is-alot-of-killing. We-will-be-able-to-fill-alot-of-pillows.” "At the very least we should prolong any chance of demise.” Robbins: "They-are-owlin. They-can-fly.” Fiver: "Yeah but they can't walk through walls. I hope. Also I am excited about the fire plan.” Thunderchild: “Granted this is a ‘maybe fire’ plan. It's not a ‘definitely fire’ plan until we have an exit strategy.” "Gentlemen, we have an emergency situation....HOLY SHIT WHAT'S THAT BEHIND YOU?” Robbins is there behind them, with his make-shift feather beard. "Hoot to the head.” "We're sending a message to anyone who comes looking.” "That message being 'bring a squeege’.” Amber: "Out here I doubt they know what a goonion is, Thunderchild.” Thunderchild: “...We should introduce the concept. nothing cripples an evil empire faster than unionized minions.” "ITS A MASSACRE DOWN THERE! EVERYONE IS DEAD MAN! THAT BIG CAT GOT OUT AND HE'S CHOPPING EVERYONE INTO CHUNKY SALSA! WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE MAN. GAME OVER MAN!” "Remind me: weren't we supposed to be the ones who didn't want to simply kill our way through?” Robbins can move twice-three-times-as-fast as you. There is time for him to scout, have a cigarette, then get sick because he doesn’t smoke. Fiver: “Yes you're adorable, stop milking it.” Thunderchild: “Don't listen to him, milk it for all its worth.” GM OOC: I’ve decided all Leonin have cute stupid pet cat names. "Breaker-breaker. This-is-buzzy-body-bee-contacting-hare-raiser. Do-you-read-me-hare-raiser?” OOC: I think she should stay Jolene. Because song lyrics. GM OOC: And she might for that reason. OOC2: The twist is Jolene is Ace and just really friendly. OOC3: If the Haregon is her girlfriend I doubt she's going to steal anyone's man. GM OOC: They’re open to the right third. Even odds they’re both dating general Frost by the end, knowing me. OOC: I mean my brain came up with "Bro-lene" and won't let me forget. OOC2: ”Bro-lene.. Bro-lene. Bro-lene bro-lene! Please be a bro and don’t take my man.”

[masterprocrastiwriter]

I am gonchposting right now. My likes section are recently filled with Goncharov. This is a Goncharov poem. For the Gonchandrey ship. Based on the office scene where Andrey was about to kill Goncharov.

The format of this poem is highly experimental, and the longest poem I made so far. Pack some patience and enjoy the work.

lights out, lover.

A goncharov poem.

Clock ticks sound like pendulum swings

While I wait for you in the office

Until the door opens, I look up to your eyes

Deep down, it gives me butterflies

Behind my stoic face, then a gun

In your left hand is what I secondly notice.

I eavesdropped somewhere in an alley

Hearing your warm, baritone voice.

It was unsurprising when I heard

You're about to kill me—Katya ordered,

But the shocking irony is that

Katya herself speaks to you.

Hmph.

Speaking of 'about to', you raise your arm

To point the weapon towards me—

I am anticipating your act to harm

While the clock ticks continuously.

Like the usual, you'll ask, "Any last words?"

Then I will say, "Do you love me with fervor?"

And you'll laugh at that bullshit

Pretending you do not ever care.

But deep down you do...

as I talk to you about philosophies of time

and the danger within criminal labyrinths

and death and life themselves

a distraction to stall your bloody work but

a gateway to make things personal.

like, "have you remembered our firsts?

the first time I met you

before I loved katya with my whole heart

but you stole a part of it

for a reason I cannot explain

and as time goes by, whenever I'm with you

it eases my buried pain—

the night you saved me in the rain

from the goons that were chasing us by train

that runs to leave the Italian Riviera

and when you talked to me about anything

down the coastlines of Naples, drinking

vodka just to forget the ineffective trauma

of the blood we witness in our daily business

And that's when I realized

I fell in love, to my surprise

But the flabbergasting truth is that

It's genuine, like my wife's fur of wild cat

Draped across her delicate skin.

And something awakened upon me—

I craved not, yet I enjoy a woman's company

But I long and lust for yours much more

Just your arms embracing my body warms me to the core

My fireplace in this cold, cruel world."

Tell me, Andrey Daddano...do you remember them too?

Do my words hit like a hammer,

hard enough to break the walls you built

around a corner full of your emotion?

that it looks like your masking expression

wore off, seeping through is the guilt

and your eyes seem to contain some shimmer?

And your gun trembles along with your body

that shakes your eye's watery corner

until your first tear streams down like a river.

And you say, "You fucker...yes, I remember

all of it. Every single one of it.

We walked together at a farmer's market

and you bought an apple just for me—

I love apples, but never had the time

to buy them, because I was too busy

doing bloody work—counting kill fees

and on a wet pavement, I saw you crying

seeing you that way was honestly stinging

even if I believe I've always felt nothing

that I'm a cold, emotionless human being.

Then, there's this strange feeling...

...the feeling that I should wrap you

in my arms, holding you tight

and warm, like my mother does too

Which is what I did—to my surprise,

It's like I found peace in the night...

...and suddenly, everything feels alright.

And that's when I realized

I'm falling for you—

Something I try to deny.

But when the night came by

In the royal ball, and it's just us two

Waltzing to the lively music

Unbeknownst to me I gazed too deep into your eyes

Because you were a sublime view.

Until the day we crossed paths

All I knew was war and violence

But the scars I thought I've healed long ago

Surfaced back into my skin so fresh

But healed just as quick with your warmth.

And my freezing heart, which I swore

That it will never, ever thaw

The fire around your fingers

Melted its icy walls

I watched you in secret, with adoration and awe.

I truly never knew you loved me

Until this night, because I always hid

The truth within me, thinking I know

You still love your wife, even despite all this

The betrayal she never wanted to do

But had to do it.

And I never shed a single tear

Until this moment—you made me blue

How did we get into this point?

Right here, in your office, me pointing a gun at you

Talking nonsense and a stupid thing called love?

I hate you.

Not because you betrayed your wife for me.

But because you told me you love me, too.

Now, it hurts twice as much that I have

To kill you, strongly tempting to not do.

Good grief, Goncharov.

Why do you make things harder than they should?"

then there comes silence.

long minutes of silence.

except for the tick

of the grandfather clock

except for winds whispering through

a window from a nearby dock

except for the tears i wanted to wipe

while the minute hand approaches twelve o'clock

If I were honest, Andrey...I hate myself, too.

For entering a deadly world I always knew

A perilous opportunity I took to start anew

That turned into ambition and a bird's eye view,

That turned into decisions which for days I'd rue,

That burned my moral compass 'till it turned to soot.

But in spite all of this,

the best thing that happened

was you.

I was numb—you made me feel.

I was restless—you calm me down.

I was cold-blooded—you keep me warm.

To which I do the same.

Katya's not to blame

For the decision she's making you doing

If I stopped you anyway

The price—we'll both be teetering

On a tightrope—hanging by a thread

but before you shoot me dead

can I hold your hand? even for a second?

so I can feel the same old sparks I used to feel

when our fingers intertwined every night we walked

down a lonely, dark street.

don't cry, andrey.

dry your tears, this won't be our goodbye.

I won't miss you and your one covered eye.

I will cherish everything we had

in the beautiful night sky.

if you don't want to see me die,

look me in the eye.

listen to me tonight.

kiss me passionate and kill the lights out for me

say one more 'i love you' before you shoot me clean

so you won't see me looking like a bloody tragedy

while you kneel down—holding me—grieving underneath

the moonlit mist, because I believe

if you really loved me, you wouldn't have missed.

[missluthorwillseeyounow]

I love this idea, but I'd take it in a different direction.

Kara, a child soldier, growing up in a militaristic environment. In Krypton, she was taught the meaning of valor and courage, and she was taught that one could only find it under fire, in danger and war. On Earth, maybe under Task Force X, she is taught of the glory of self-sacrifice, of honor and service to a people that she must save because her own have perished. Because Krypton cannot happen again. Kara will not allow it. She cannot have the burden of another planet on her shoulders.

Under Amanda Waller, she is taught that the planet must be protected at all costs. If a few lives are lost along the way, then that is a small price to pay for the greater good.

She is unstoppable on the battlefield. The perfect soldier. The perfect weapon.

Entire villages sheltering "terrorists" are razed to the ground. Houses burn from her fiery vision. Buildings topple under fists of steel. No army stands a chance against an impenetrable god.

Someone like Kara cannot be kept secret for long, and despite all of Task Force X's attempts to keep her under wraps, videos surface of her in battle.

To the countries she fights for, she becomes a hero, a symbol of hope and triumph. Crowds cheer at the sight of her. Kara looks down from above and sees a little girl, about eight years old, holding a flag and wearing the El crest on her chest. Adoration and admiration are shining on her little face as she cries "Supergirl!" along with the crowd.

To their enemies, she is death personified and the harbinger of doom. Talk of her inspires terror and people spit curses at the sound of her name.

But everything changes when the task force is sent to hunt down a metahuman in enemy territory. It's the first time that Kara has been in such close quarters with a target before.

She breaks down the door to screams and cries from within the terrorist's house. The team swarms in, and they're rougher with the people inside than she had expected they would be, but she ignores it. They have a mission to complete.

They find the man encircled by his family, his wife and daughters clinging to him. An old woman is in the corner, crying and praying. Kara has picked up enough languages and she can hear the man protesting his innocence. He insists that he's only a pharmacist, he knows nothing about terrorism.

His youngest child, a little girl, about eight years old, has attached herself to her father in a death grip, knobby arms and legs clinging to him even as a member of the task force tries to forcefully pry her off. Her little face looks up at Kara, tear-streaked and terrified. Unconsciously, Kara’s arms rise toward the child in response.

But the soldier finally manages to succeed in untangling the man from his family, and he is roughly hauled away. Kara can still hear him yelling for his family, telling them to be brave and praying to his god that their fate be kinder than his.

As the team moves out, one soldier turns around and tosses a grenade into the house. Seconds later, the explosion rocks the ground, and nothing remains of the house and the family inside but rubble and a cloud of dust.

Kara rounds on him. "Why did you do that?? We had our target! There was no reason to kill them too!"

The soldier shrugs. "They’re all terrorists, we don't need a reason."

They receive their orders to move out, but Kara uses her superspeed to rush back to the rubble. It's the first time she's disobeyed a direct order.

She puts out the smaller fires left and lifts the debris, searching for survivors. There are none.

She finds the youngest child as she lifts the last slab of concrete, her little body pinned under its weight. Her face is upturned, just like the little girl she'd seen wearing her House's crest, her eyes looking to the sky. Except this child's eyes are empty and lifeless. Her eyes will never see anything again.

...

Imagine this Kara realizing the futility of war. The senseless cruelty of it. The endless cycle of violence.

Kara taking a step back, and realizing to her horror, that instead of bringing peace, the wars she had been fighting had only brought about pain and destruction. Kara realizing that the values of courage, glory and valor she had learned from Krypton stood for nothing but domination, self-righteousness and a hunger for power. That the service and self-sacrifice in "defense" of the people that had been instilled in her since arriving in Earth was but a cloak to conceal the greed to acquire more land, more resources, more money, more power.

Instead of being a shield, she had been a sword with which they could strike and take from others.

Kara finally feeling the burden of all the lives she ended, because her mentors had told her that some lives are dispensable, the price to pay for triumph. A necessary evil for the cause. All those lives destroyed, when she had promised she would save the people of this planet.

Then imagine this Kara, with all her anger after Krypton's demise and all of her rage at this betrayal, all of her pain and despair at being so culpable in these atrocities, being out for vengeance.

My Adventures with Superman S2 is suggesting an origin change where Kara also leaves Krypton as a baby. Which imo is a missed opportunity.

In this version of the Super 'verse, Krypton is highly militaristic. Which means that if Kara had left at CW canon age, she likely would have been akin to a child soldier. Or at least a child being groomed to become an officer.

Which would be so fucking interesting to explore. Kara's anger, bottled up in a body trained for war. Kara craving the structure of the human military because it reminds her of home. Kara becoming an elite soldier, trusted by nations the world over.

An elite soldier recruited by Task Force X?

Thoughts and ideas abound.

[valdotjpg]

killed the amygdala in the nightmare frontier first try and folks. youre not gonna believe how much damage the last blow dealt

[prismaticpichu]

I was super inspired by @altocat’s recent adorable post about Seph having his wing pre-Nibelheim!! In contrast to the fluff and sugar there, this is an old angsty Seph & Zack fic that’s been couch-potatoing in my files for months! Take it! Take it when no one asked for it! <3

(There is a tw for implied self-harm. Take care of yourselves, my friends <3 Plz never be afraid to reach for help, no matter what it is, or what time. It is one of the bravest things you can do <3)

Scissors

“Seph, are you in here? I haven't—“

Zack froze mid-sentence.

He had found Seph, and he had found him slouched over his desk, mercury spilling over his eyes... and into a puddle of black. Downy black. Feathery black. The shadow of a scissor was hidden in the inky sea, but his eyes refused to tear away from them, watching the blades hover over the calamus as it quivered like a pinned, helpless animal under a predator’s talons.

There was a lot to digest from the sight; Zack decided to swallow the most urgent piece.

"Whoah, whoah, WHOAH." He sped over to the other's desk, seizing Sephiroth's arm and coaxing the blades away. "Are you insane?" 

Sephiroth grappled with his wrist, teeth bared, emerald eyes ablaze under the wilting silver strands. "Do not intervene.”

Most people would be intimidated by Sephiroth's presence alone; most people would faint if his voice weaponized the way it did

Zack was not most people.

Zack planted his feet, using his free arm to latch onto Sephiroth's, and, miraculously, pry the scissors from his grip. It was a clear indicator that Seph's strength had been drained, but that was irrelevant now. Miles away.

Jade daggers followed Zack's movements as he hastily tucked the weapon into his own pocket, thankfully only cutting some of the threads and not his own skin in their tussle. Once certain they were secure and far from reach, he returned his attention to his friend, the sapphire eyes bleeding with concern... and awakening surprise.

"What's wrong with you?" Zack asked, not unkindly, keeping his voice delicate yet urgent.

Sephiroth turned away at the question, sliding the pinion off the desk and letting it drape clumsily at his side. There, he just glared at it, disgusted, abhorred, serrated, as if he wished it would catch aflame with the sheer intensity of his scowl.

Biting his lip, Zack assumed it was a good time as ever to ask. Now that the immediate danger was gone, buried in his pocket, everything else came into focus. Hard.

"You... have a wing too, Seph?" It clearly wasn't something he was seeking an answer to, rather he was carefully finding a question that would spur his friend into sharing.

He felt awful for staring, he really did, especially showing how vehement Sephiroth was with his disgust.

But…

The appendage was the size of the desk, each feather slender and lustrous where they glistened like obsidian under the dim office lights, camouflaging in the dark, but their contours illuminated all the same. It wasn't white like an angel's, a holy and untainted mirage; it wasn't crippled and decayed, twitching for life, beating like a slave at the whims of its master.

It was...

Well, he didn't know.

The longer he stared at it, the more conflicted his feelings grew. He saw something beautiful, then something repugnant; he saw something liberating, and something claiming.

He saw an angel... and a monster. All at once, ribboned together, melded into turmoil.

It hurt.

"Enough."

Sephiroth's snarl was what shook him back to the present. He was still volatile, that much was clear, and he recognized the threat laced in those slitted pupils.

But... he wouldn't hurt him. Zack knew that much; the wing wouldn't hurt him, either.

"Get out.” Icy warning glaciated the air around them. Most people would leave and never look back.

Zack was not most people.

"I'm not going anywhere, Seph," he asserted, inching closer to the desk where Sephiroth noticeably recoiled. It almost caused Zack's lips to twitch: he knew his friend. He knew when he was scared, and it didn't long in their budding friendship to realize the more armor Seph coated himself in, the more tender skin there was to hide.

Sephiroth's fingers noticeably curled into a fist; Zack stood his ground, undaunted, before claiming the nearest chair and seating himself beside his friend.

Which seemed to have caught him off guard, for one reason or another.

A dour silence loomed over the two then, heavy and hanging overhead like smoke. Sephiroth’s head dipped, weighed down, his pauldrons askew as he stared at the stretch of olive carpet grazing his boots. The weariness tugging at his eyes was evident, the dark lines mapping them more so. He was tired, obviously, but not from a lack of sleep. Zack did nothing but wait until it paid off

"...Why didn't you knock?" Sephiroth said flatly.

Surprised by the question, Zack let out an accidental snicker. "I couldn't find you anywhere. I guess I was just a bit worried."

"Hmph."

Zack eyed his torn pocket now, all the mirth bleeding from him at once. "...You were gonna cut that thing off, weren't you?" Another obvious question, but this time, he prayed for an alternate answer.

"You sound disturbed at the idea." He finally lifted his gaze to meet with Zack's, his eyes narrowing under the veneer of glass.

"Of course I am!" the brunet exclaimed as gently as possible. The image of cutting through bone and the searing pain of it... He shook his head. "You think I would ever let anyone cut a piece of their body off?"

A wink of confusion shot through his friend's eyes, maybe even guilt. Zack's countenance softened then. "Why would you ever do that, Seph...?"

Sephiroth's gaze traveled to his wing, much more heavy and sad compared to the previous blaze. "I couldn't stand the reminder," he revealed quietly, shamefully... weakly. It sounded nothing like the immovable General Zack knew. Not at all.

"A... reminder?" Zack repeated, grateful to be making progress yet trying his best to weave around the minefield. One wrong step and he could send Seph curling back into his shell, deeper than before. Maybe even unreachable.

The warrior nodded. "Hojo implanted this wing on my body, he did it himself when I was very young… but I never used it in combat as he desired. I wouldn’t indulge him.” Sephiroth’s voice was tart, but he carried on with a swallow. “When Genesis and Angeal sprouted theirs, without any reason or warning, I was so confused. They were not ike me. They never were.”

He noticeably shifted now, gripping the margin of then desk, squeezing it until his knuckles flushed white. “I never revealed mine to them. To anyone. They claimed the wings made them monsters... and I didn't want to be one anymore. I don't..." Sephiroth cleared his throat, but that didn't stop his breath from hitching; he tightened his clutch. "I don't want to be a monster."

Zack could hardly believe what, or how much for that matter, he was hearing—and for once, the grisly paintings of Hojo were completely eclipsed by something else.

Seph had never confided in him... not like that. That was not admitting which secretary aggravated him most or which fictional books he read in his spare time. It was deeper, more potent, and it had been a endeavor for him to say.

He hadn't noticed when his own eyes began to mist, pricked by the thorns his friend had jabbed himself with. Seph needed him, needing him in a way that he didn't know how to express.

When Zack's gaze drifted back to the wing, sagging defeated and lost, needing a home… he didn't see a monster anymore. He kicked himself for even thinking it.

"Bud..." He leaned forward and entered Seph's line of sight, forcing him to look into his eyes.

Sephiroth seemed startled at the address… but mildly, quietly, as if teetering between confusion and acceptance. Zack hardly realized that something so informal had slipped out.

Though, right now, right here, it felt right. It felt needed.

"Who told you you were a monster?" Zack asked gently, Mako-blue rippling with watery concern.

Sephiroth clearly tried narrowing his eyes, but he was so drained that it failed right then and there, melting into something much more vulnerable. He closed them instead. "...It was something I figured out. I didn't need to be told."

Zack mulled over this, contemplating an appropriate response, denial, or anecdote. In the end, the latter is what he settled with.

"Y'know..." he started with a wan smile, "when I was little, all I ever wanted was to fly." This caught Sephiroth's attention, and slowly, carefully, his pupils grew into something wide. Listening. "I would wish every day that I could jump off my roof and be the birds. It always seemed so, I dunno, liberating," he chuckled at his own youth, but his expression slowly sobered. "When I saw Genesis, all sick and twisted... I didn't know what to think. I was confused too, and the same with Angeal. And y'know what?" Zack scratched his neck. "...I think I saw them as monsters for what they did. I was so angry, and, I guess I associated the wings with their actions."

His smile returned, much more genuine and sad. "You're not like that, though, Seph. You didn't do any of that stuff, but that's the stuff that counts." He regrouped his thoughts upon seeing Sephiroth's confusion, kneading his neck. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, we're all monsters, or at least we all could be. It's not controlled by the physical things, and it never will be." He dropped his hands, resisting an instinct his heart was searing to do. "No. You're not a monster, Seph. That wing is just who you are. And I like who you are. A whole lot."

All the fire had left his friend's gaze now, ebbed into cinders that struggled to accept the sheer kindness in the other's eyes... that it was without fault. Without deception. Despite it all, the other's words still sank in like salve, mending the wounds no one but himself had ever dared to touch, let alone try and heal. More gauze was needed, and time. More time... but it was a start. For the first time in months, Sephiroth was beginning to feel complete.

"...Thank you, Zack," he said in a near mumble, but in honesty nonetheless.

Which was more than enough to make Zack smile. His hand still twitched, still unsure, still fighting itself… until finally, one side overpowered.

Zack wound his arms around his commander and friend, bestowing the most fragile yet sincere embrace he had ever given. He was careful, not letting their chests touch, not resting on his shoulder... but it was enough. Enough to send a message or two, to plead that Seph wouldn't let it happen again... and to promise he wouldn't let it happen, either. Two times was enough. More than enough.

Sephiroth, unattuned and unprepared, stiffened under Zack's arms. His wing tensed as well, a more transparent portrayal... but gradually, letting the salve sink in deeper and the tourniquet wind around, slackened. As it did, Seph closed his eyes, and just breathed.

But to Zack, even the minute gesture felt like the greatest accomplishment on the planet. He had soothed the savage beast, but the beast was not a beast at all, and certainly not savage. Just lost, and wounded, and whose shoulders to cry on had flown away.

Well... he didn't have a wing, did he? He couldn't fly away even if he tried.

"Hey... I'll always be here, Seph," he said—he vowed, offering his unarmored shoulder a squeeze. Sephiroth shifted at the remark. Zack realized then that, once upon a time, Angeal or Genesis had probably said the same exact thing.

"...I promise," he added. He didn't know if it held any weight, nothing but a meaningless zephyr in Seph's ears, although his friend turning back to him was an indicator that it was at least heard.

"And do me a favor, okay?"

Sephiroth grunted, a relaxed grunt. "What do you request of me?"

"...Just, always remember that you're you. I think Angeal and Genesis forgot that. So..." Another melancholic smile budded on Zack's lips. "Even if it's just for me, just never forget, no matter what anyone ever says to you: you're still Seph. You'll always be. Winged or crazy-haired or crazy-eyed. I don't know if anyone ever told you that, so maybe I'll just have to be the first."

What I never said to Angeal. 

Sephiroth mused over this... perspective in silence, pensive, so distant that Zack nearly mistook him for being asleep before the warrior opened his eyes again. He was staring directly at his wing—something that could never be severed, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how deep he dug his blade. He could only live with it. Deal with it.

Accept it.

Sephiroth returned to his friend, a new fire born in the celestial, human eyes. "...I will do my best."

[nagipops]

Denji and his s/o babysitting <3

BABY GIRL

FEATURING: denji!

SUMMARY: in which you and your baby-hating boyfriend embark on a secret mission too retrieve a pink plastic spoon.

WARNINGS: profanity, mentions of food

A/N: this is pure crack and chaos and i love it.

The image that came to mind for a “top secret mission” was definitely not the slobbering, babbling lump of a premature human wiggling around in front of you.

“I was expecting something a little more… menacing?”

“Hmph. Who does Aki think he is, assigning us to take care of this buggy caterpillar?”

You clapped a hand onto your boyfriend’s bony shoulder. “Well! Looks like it’s couple bonding day for us!”

“Ow, that hurt!” He swatted your hand away with a sweaty palm before he bashfully averted his gaze. “I… I hate babies. They scare me.”

“Hah! My brave, bold boyfriend… the almighty Chainsaw Man is afraid of mini adults?” You softly grasped his chin with your forefinger and thumb, fixing your eyes into a knowing gaze. “Good to know.”

You heard a grumble from behind you as you knelt down to meet the cooing baby at eye level. “Hello, Aiko, my boyfriend here is a big baby himself, so let’s all get along, alright?”

“Yaya!” The tiny girl waved her chubby arms in a gesture that looked suspiciously like she was pointing at the pouting boy behind you. “Ba-by!”

You flashed Denji a cheeky grin over your shoulder which was met with a dark scowl. “Yes, baby.” Snickering, you scooped the younger, smaller, diapered baby into your arms, lifting her up so she was face to face with the older, larger, hopefully-not-diapered baby. “This is Denji. Can you say Denji?”

“Benchee!” Aiko pressed her chubby little fingers onto your boyfriend’s face, smushing his eyes and nose under her tiny palm.

“Hey! I can’t— Bleh!” He struggled desperately as the baby giggled, mercilessly smacking his face. “Babe, help me out here?”

Chuckling, you pulled her into your chest once again. “Okay, Aiko, why don’t you go to papa’s arms for a little?”

“Papa— hey, if this is gonna be a new thing between us—” He stared in horror at the baby who was suddenly placed in his arms as his shoulders began to tremble. “Uhhhhhhhh…”

“Denji, hold still! Look up!” You centered his stunned face in the middle of your phone screen, snapping a barrage of photos of your bewildered boyfriend with a babbling baby in his arms. “Oh my god, this is adorable.”

“Stop taking— stop taking pictures and help me!” Aiko had begun to attack Denji’s face once again, yet this time, she was wailing like a siren with tears streaming down her chubby baby cheeks. His eyes widened with panic and fear as he frantically searched for something to distract her with. “She’s— shh, shh… don’t cry… (Y/N), she hates me!”

Grabbing what you hoped was her pacifier off of the coffee table in front of you, you tossed it to Denji who fumbled with it in one hand before plugging up the crying baby’s mouth with a pop.

Everyone in the room seemed to deflate at once, including Aiko.

“Ooookay, well, I think it’s time for a snack, because I’m hungry! You’re hungry too, right Denji?”

“No, actually before we came here I ate a slice of toast with—”

“I said, you’re hungry too, right Denji?”

He took one look into your pointed gaze and immediately caught on, bouncing the little girl in his arms. “Oh! Right, we are hungry, so let’s eat!”

Even Aiko seemed to perk up at that.

Denji stood with his hands on his hips, staring at the stocked refrigerator in front of him that was bursting at the seams.

“Well I’ll be damned.”

“Denji!” You clapped a hand over his mouth, casting a cautious glance at the baby over your shoulder. Sighing in relief to see her excitedly fiddling with a pink plastic spoon, you hissed into his ear, “Don’t swear!”

“Okay, okay! Sorry. But look at this, it’s heaven!” You could practically hear his voice melt as he slinked towards the refrigerator in a trance.

Dragging your boyfriend backwards by the back of his t-shirt, you slammed the fridge door shut. “Cut it out! She can’t even eat any of that stuff.” Grabbing his shoulders, you veered him to the marble countertops where an assortment of soft baby foods lay spread out.

His tongue immediately shot out of his mouth im disgust as he scanned the labels of the various jars. “Blech, spinach and pear? Cheese and carrot? Who’s designing this stuff?!” Seeming to search for the least grotesque flavor, his eyes lit up at a familiar label. “Ah, applesauce!”

“Sweet, let’s give that to her!” As Denji tossed the tiny cup into your hands, you ripped the lid off of the container and set it in front of Aiko, who was still fiddling with the plastic spoon in her hands. “Okay, time for yum-yums!” You attempted to reach for the pink utensil in her fubsy hands, but she immediately jerked it away from you. You tried to wrangle the spoon from her stubby little fingers once again, to no avail as she continued to wave it this way and that, just out of your reach.

Panting from the effort to steal this tiny plastic stick from a literal baby, you threw a helpless look over your shoulder at Denji, who was leaning against the fridge and observing the fiasco with a snickering grin. “Grab some popcorn, why don’t you. Help me!”

As if he was snapped back to reality as he realized who was barking commands to him, he immediately straightened his posture and performed a dedicated salute. “Yes, boss!”

Denji marched on over to the other side of Aiko’s high chair, so the two of you were surrounding her. “Nowhere to run,” he drawled in a low voice.

“We aren’t in a wild west movie, Denj.”

“Well, we should be!”

“Fine.” You cleared your throat, smothering your vocal cords with your best southern accent. “Quick draw, winner takes all.”

“You forgot to say, like, pardner or something.”

“If we were partners we wouldn’t be fighting in a quick draw!”

“Oh. Then, uh… cue tumbleweed, cue acoustic guitar music, cue countdown… On the count of three, three, two, one!”

“Three! Wait, wha—”

Denji lunged for the pink stick in Aiko’s grasp, but not before she could quickly jerk her arm away from him, giggling all the while. You took advantage of its positioning closer to your side and reached for the spoon, just as Aiko swung her arm to the other side, smacking Denji right in the center of his face with a thwack.

“Ow! Jeez, baby, why are you so strong?”

Aiko only chortled in response, clearly enjoying watching you two struggle to pry her weapon from her grasp.

“Damnit! Why is this stupid high chair— so— high?!” You waited for the rambunctious baby to rear the spoon back for another hit as Denji scrambled to regain his composure. “I got it!” you hollered as the spoon came just inches away from your face, reaching out to grab it, when—

“AHHHHHH!!!”

A spartan cry roared out as something barreled towards you at the speed of light, knocking you to the floor in a split second with a thunderous crack.

The wind kicked out of your lungs and pain seared throughout your entire body from the nape of your neck down to the tip of your tailbone. As you regained consciousness…

“What the— DENJI!” The bewildered face hovering over you was panting heavily as he braced himself with his arms planted on either side of your head. “What did you— oh my god, is the baby okay?!”

His astonished gaze shifted to his right hand, which he lifted to find a pink plastic prize inside. “I… I did it…” he breathed. His eyes widened as he remembered why the two of you were here in the first place. He rolled off of your body and onto his back, fixing his gaze on the high chair that was still upright.

A tiny giggle. “Hee hee! Benchee!”

The two of you lying on the kitchen floor sagged in relief at the confirmation that the baby in your temporary custody was, in fact, still alive.

“Denji… did you just tackle the love of your life to the ground, nearly giving them a concussion, just to retrieve a single plastic baby spoon?”

“Fuck yeah I did. I mean! Hell yeah I did! No, shit! Damnit! I uhhhh…”

“Yes, you did.” You patted Denji’s hand as the two of you lay side by side on the tiled kitchen floor, gazing up at the ceiling. “Yes, you did.”

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[lin-nin]

Headcanons for maybe they cause the reader's death? Like in an accident / generally not on purpose. Maybe they're in the middle of a battle and when they try to strike their opponent, their s/o is shoved in front and is the one that they hit instead? I just want angst :DD. Maybe for Techno, Schlatt, Dream, and Bad? Thanks!

heaOOOH ANON, YOU KNOW ME SO WELL. I LOVE WRITING ANGST ITS CHEFS KISS MWAH. I WILL GLADLY WRITE YOU SOME ANGST LOVIE. THESE ALSO CAME OUT MORE LIKE MINI ONE-SHOTS Warnings: Death, Gore, Coerced Suicide (BadBoyHalo)

Techno accidentally killing his S/O

Techno was always so easily caught up in battle. The way the voices chanted and demanded blood, he was quick to give in in the heat of the moment. Doomsday was no different, truly. Hell, he was eager for doomsday, and you had been too. You wanted to cause the chaos. It was only when you were off of the obsidian grid, moving to take down whoever you could with your axe. You and Techno didn’t always keep an eye on each other in the field. You just checked in on one another after, tending to the other as needed. He mainly checked in on you, as you often suffered the worst injuries in battle. You hadn’t heard his rocket launcher fire, ears full of the ringing and chaos and explosions of battle. No, you didn’t realize it until you had moved towards his target, the firework hitting you square in the back.

Techno swore everything was in slow motion then. The way your body flung into Tommy, slipping onto his sword that he had raised in the process to counter you. It impaled you, and he couldn’t see the look on your face. The voices in his head screamed and he was moving without thought, your name spilling from his lips, barely audible over the roar of battle. Tommy looked stunned, letting himself get shoved away once the older man came over, cradling you. You were covered in blood, seeping through your wound and shirt. He didn’t realize he was crying until you shushed him, reaching up to cradle his face.

“Don’t worry,” you had reassured, wiping at his tears and only managing to smear blood over the fur there. “This isn’t my last life. We have plenty of time together, just wait a few days. I’ll be back.” You would cough, making blood spurt from your lips as it bubbled into your throat. Techno could only helplessly watch as the remnants of you life drained from your eyes. This would put you on your final life.

The rest of doomsday was spent relentlessly slaughtering everyone who even looked at him wrong. He was inconsolable. When he returned to his cabin, and you finally came back- with new scars from both the firework and Tommy’s sword, he quickly deteriorated again. He struggled to voice how he felt- that it was his fault that you had been tossed into the blade and killed. He did, however, become fiercely protective of you. He would constantly give you armor and repair it, making sure you were fed and your weapons were the best. For whenever he would allow you back into battle and chaos.

Schlatt accidentally killing his S/O

Schlatt never had many on his side. You, though? You were always there for him. Originally a body guard he had hired, only to find a best friend and lover in you. A confidante. You may not have approved of each of his decisions, but you still protected him. He wasn’t necessarily a fighter, preferring to play the role of puppet master. You acknowledged that when it came to battle, you were a puppet.

It inevitably had already cost you two of your lives. You had no idea if it was intentional or not.

It was when Pogtopia came to attack that you were worried. Schlatt hadn’t been looking good. He had been drinking so much, seeming distant. Withdrawn. Even though you loved him, you struggled to get through to him. You stood at his side as you watched the chaos, gripping the hilt of your sword. Prepared to deflect at any given moment.

Tommy had found the pair of you first, and you easily preoccupied yourself with countering him. Only to feel yourself get whipped around, Schlatt’s hand familiar on your arm. Just for an arrow to lodge itself into your windpipe. You choked and gasped, feeling the blood invade your throat. Had you been warned, you could have put up your shield. Which had clattered to the ground with your sword. You had expected him to be pulling you from danger. Not putting you into it.

“No, no, no, stop it. Don’t you fucking die on me. Don’t you dare!” His voice rung in your ears. It was denial. So full of denial. As if the arrow in your windpipe had sobered him entirely. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. Stop! Fucking stop, you can’t leave. You aren’t allowed!” You gazed up to him with a weak smile, resting one hand on top of his.

“I won’t.... leave without you.... Don’t.... leave me waiting,” Your words were choked, interrupted by bubbling gasps. You would pause to cough up blood, gagging and choking on it with each breath and word. He dropped your body when you stopped breathing, standing up with his jaw set and an ache in his chest he didn’t want to identify. He didn’t keep you waiting, surrendering in the battle before succumbing to his failing health. The afterlife, though cold, was a little warmer and more humorous with him there.

Dream accidentally killing his S/O

Dream loved you with a passion so fierce it felt like the flames from the fire of it would often engulf you. The protection he gave to you, the way he often spoke to you or held you. It wasn’t bad, it was just always much fiercer than you ever anticipated. This translated to everything, too. He fiercely encouraged you to fight with him, but not to the point of getting yourself killed.

You weren’t always too good at following those words.

You had lost your first life fighting against L’Manberg. Not a direct cause from Dream, though. Just carelessness on your behalf. After that, he hovered near you during fights. Making sure you didn’t die. You didn’t mind. It at least showed how much he loved you, right?

Of course, he said all he cared about was the discs. When questioned about you, despite his hesitance, he had insisted you meant nothing to him with the same ferocity as before. It had hurt, cutting deeper than any blade before. You left, with Sapnap and George. You didn’t know where that had left the two of you, but you knew you couldn’t be near him and his delusions.

It’s how you ended up against him on Doomsday, staring him down atop the grid. The wind whipped at you and he pointed his crossbow at you. You didn’t blink, even as it loosed and shot the bolt into your leg. You had lost your balance, tumbling off of the grid with encouragement from the wind. You had narrowly missed the edge of the growing crater, thankful for the protection of your armor.

Only for the explosives raining down to knock the land from beneath you. You were sent tumbling down into the crater, landing on your neck. You had no recollection of it, no understanding of the horror he felt at watching you fall from such a height. He didn’t need to be told it was fatal. He hated himself for it. For what he had caused. Because, despite his words, he did still love you.

It wasn’t until you visited him in the prison, a nervous twitch in your hands as result from the fall, staring him down, it came crashing down on him. He had ruined you. “I wish he killed you. I wish I could kill you.” Your voice was cold, and you raised your hand to demonstrate the constant tremor caused by the neurological damage. You couldn’t kill him if you tried. You could barely hold a sword.

“I would deserve it.”

Bad accidentally killing his S/O

(Warning for suicide coercion)

You absolutely adored Bad. And He, you. That much was obvious. Life with him was fairly good, too. Mostly peaceful, and pleasant. The occasional bits of chaos, but so long as it didn’t directly affect you, you didn’t care. It usually didn’t, and you were content with that. Content to help others and stay neutral as needed. Until the appearance of the egg, of course.

You hated it. It made you uncomfortable, in a way that had your head ringing and chest feeling tight. You would avoid it as much as possible. You only came to dislike it more as it affected Bad. The way he didn’t make himself seem so small anymore, towering to his full height. The way he would kill a person over the egg, if it told him to. It was all so much.

Yet at the end of the day, he always came back to you and seemed almost like your Bad. Almost.

“Cupcake, give it a chance,” Bad had insisted one day, pulling you towards where the egg was. Even if you wanted to fight him on it, you couldn’t. Not physically.

“Bad, I told you. I don’t like it, it makes me feel... wrong.” This hadn’t been the first time the two of you spoke of this. Yet he insisted. The two of you had bickered until he tugged you into the building, unceremoniously pushing you towards the drop. Despite your protests, you fell in. Everything immediately felt wrong as you came close to it, the whispers of it not new. You had heard them before.

Yet it was vile as always, causing you to claw at the room in attempt to leave. Until it was all too much. There was one way out of this that you could see, even if it would cost you dearly. You sought out the vines of the egg, using them to rid yourself of your current life, much to the egg’s encouragement.

When you were free, you were different, the patterning of the vine clearly visible on your neck. You had packed up all of your important things, leaving Bad a note and going as far away from the influence of the egg as possible. Bad was clearly distraught upon finding the note. He looked for you for a long while, but always came back to the egg. At least, if the egg helped him bring peace to the entire place, he could get you back. Right? That was the newest goal. Bring peace and bring you back to him.

[smoochi-modest]

✿ [ Wilted ] ✿

—> Genshin Impact - [ Xiao x Reader ]

—>  [ Fem! Reader. Blood. Gore. Character death. Fluff into angst, with a rather bitter ending. ]

—> Description - [ It all started with a promise, and now here you were. It seems Xiao will never escape his karma, he thought. The hope you once gave him began to escape within his tears. ]

—> Note - [ 2,231 words - I hope you enjoy;; it'll be one of the few times I write angst, I can't bring myself to hurt him more. ]

" Xiao... you're immortal right? "

Head rested peacefully on the adepti's shoulder, you couldn't help but smile fondly towards the boys face. Xiao had been staring back at you for quite some time now, you were unsure why but you hadn't been bothered to ask. Feeling safe under his watchful eye.

" I am still able to die, just not by time. " Xiao said firmly to you in response, his normally sharp glare found itself to soften the moment you lock eye contact. A feeling of nostalgia bubbled beneath the surface of his skin.

"Mm... That's no good, that means you'll have to die in pain. Right?"

He was taken back by your words for a moment, a frown creeping onto his features. Brows furrow while listening to you patiently. He opened his mouth, only to shut it once more for you to continue.

"I mean... You're already going through enough pain as it is."

He was. And he knew it hurt not only him, but you as well.

"Will you be alright when I'm gone...?"

No. He wanted to say oh so desperately. Closing his eyes, Xiao leaned his head to the side, nuzzling on top of your own while he whispered gently.

" Please do not utter such words. "

Then there was silence, within the heavy atmosphere there was clearly something plaguing your thoughts. He feared it would trap you in a world similar to his own, a place full of pain and self doubt.

" . . . "

" I am an adepti, not a child. "

" . . . "

Yet again more silence, that is... until you shot up from your seated position, knocking your heads together on accident while whining in the process. You lifted a hand to your head, muttering small curses. But now wasn't the time for that! Brushing off the complaints, you make light of the situation. A new idea found it's way in that pretty head of yours, as he stared at you rather irritated by the sudden bash of skulls through your unexpected excitement.

" Wait! I got it! " You seem to beam, " I'll just reincarnate as soon as I am dead! Then I could embrace you just like this, all over again! "

Xiao scoffed, looking to the ground as a sudden warmth found its way across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. A rose red hue, adorning his face.

" Reincarnation doesn't work like that, you have no say in how long it takes for you to return. "

This seemed to make you pout, sitting yourself back down, you take his hands in your own. The sudden connection, brought him to lift his head slightly to have a glance at your expression. Your fingers intertwining with his.

" Fine then! Just watch me, Xiao. I'll prove you wrong. "

"I'll even promise you!"

That day was forever imprinted in the back of his mind, staring down solemnly at your gravestone. He couldn't remember the last time he felt your touch, oh how he craved to feel it again. Wishing to go back in time, and replay everything all over again.

Xiao missed the way you'd hold his hands ever so delicately, bringing each knuckle to your soft lips. With each kiss, came so much unfamiliar warmth. He wishes he could have told you just how special you were to him, but now it was too late.

You were always the one to nurture his hands, the way you'd caress them with your thumb- leaving tingles behind. You'd claim time and time again, that those hands weren't only used for bloodshed. But for love as well.

His hands let him eat Almond tofu, grasp onto your face while peppering you with soft love pecks. He can almost hear you giggles still, whenever you'd try to push him away out of embarrassment.

Now he awaited for your promise to come true... he's waited nearly a decade now, or had it been more? Visiting your grave whenever he had the time, he treated your gravestone like it had truly been you. Leaving flowers behind, all different colours. Some white camellia, all the way to some dandelion he picked from the ground during his travels.

Ever since that day, the fateful day of your demise- Xiaos life fell into shambles. Feeling tears swell up beneath his mask each day as he slaughtered all his inner demons, along with many threats that came too close to the city of Liyue. His life didn't feel the same, forgetting what he had done on a regular biases without you by his side. So much pressure weighed at his faltering heart. A pressure that almost made him feel equal pain to his karmic debt.

He longed for a day to come where he could have worn the mask and danced with you in his arms — not to conquer demons, but to the tune of that flute amid a sea of flowers he heard once before, long ago. Before he had met you.

The once glittering sun found itself to rest behind the ocean's view, darkness consuming your gravestone and him along with it. Allowing the moon to grace Xiao with it's knowing call, a sign of more pain to come, a call reminding him of his duty that he must serve for the rest of his lifetime. He bid your grave a farewell after adjusting some of the fallen flowers.

Everything around him seemed to be void of any sound, slashing away at potential threats in his path. Piercing monsters abdomens like it were a kabob, before ripping his weapon of choice out in swift motion, allowing blood to spill out of the inhumane creature. Spinning his jade-winged spear to rid of any remaining traces of blood or guts, the ground had been painted in the horrifying colour which you seemed adore. A rose red.

There had been very few times where Xiao was caught off guard, however it was during this onslaught that something abnormal began to sprout like a rose bud. A harsh force knocked him off his feet, collapsing to the ground as he winced in pain. A weight then followed, hovering over him as a small hand grasped his throat. Choking on his breath, his piercing gold eyes widen at the sight ahead of him.

There sat a young girl, resembling his fallen lover. He couldn't allow this inconvenience to halt him from his duty, yet Xiaos mind began to churn still. Ripping the mystery girls hand off his throat, he kicked her off of himself. Quickly standing back up, in a more defensive position.

The two opposing figures stare at each other with undecipherable expression. Both wearing their own masks. His of an Oni, hers of a butterfly. The broken mask only covered the top left half of her face, and he prayed his eye's were playing tricks on him. A familiar colour of messy hair, lips coated in blood as it appears she had previously bitten herself while taking the impact of his kick. But what really through him off was that single eye. An eye that resembles your exact image. But why here? surely this couldn't have been you, he pleaded for it not to have been you.

" Wait! I got it! " You seem to beam, " I'll just reincarnate as soon as I am dead! Then I could embrace you just like this, all over again! "

" Fine then! Just watch me, Xiao. I'll prove you wrong. "

Feeling a sudden rush of pain course through his veins, Xiao stumbled backwards. Clutching onto his mask, desperately trying to snap himself back into reality. A low growl seems to rumble from his throat as he gasps, picking up his lowered head, the girl had yet to approach him.

After one more glance, the adeptus made up in his mind that it must have been you. The way those now empty eyes pierce into his tainted and damaged soul. It sent shivers down his spine, a feeling he had been unfamiliar with. Was this fear? He had no idea. Afraid that this was the fate you two had met, was this his karmic debt returning to torture him in every possible way?

Xiao could understand why he was brought back into his world of inner demons, but why... why were you here? you didn't do anything to deserve this. The girl he once knew, wished to live a happy life, one full of flowers and pillow talks. All that innocence, silly promises that seemed to make his heart flutter all came crashing down.

Fighting through the pain, he got back into a protective stance. You noticing his caution, slowly approach him. This caught him off guard, and that was his first mistake. Allowing your expression alone to throw him off. A single tear seemed to stray down your cheek, lunging forward at him with impressive speed. He lifts the shaft of his spear ahead of himself, protecting himself from the blade you pulled out from your hip. Deflecting it and jumping back, it was clear the boy had no interest in harming you.

" If you are who I believe, please listen to the words I say- argh! " Another sharp pain shot in the back of his head, interrupting his futile attempt to have a conversation with the reborn you. Xiao was unable to accept the fact you had become something so opposing to the angel you once were. Old memories of you smiling in his direction ate at his rotting sanity.

He knew this had to be you, a you that Xiao wished he didn't have to see. Your figure was covered head to toe in blood, hair knotted as you seemed to huff out shallow breaths. It was clear your body had been worn out from whatever you previously were doing.

" Please, you made a promise to embrace me once again. So why are you standing so far away, don't you remember?! "

His normally calm nature seemed to crack, a voice unbearable to hear. The way it would crack mid sentence, he was at a breaking point. Not wanting to harm his love.

The silence between the two of you felt like hell, air so heavy he could hardly breathe.

Xiao knows all too well, he had the upper hand in a one on one fight with you, but harming you was the last thing on his mind. Pleading once again, realizing his voice didn't seem to reach you at all.

He missed those small talks.

The screams all sound the same.

After another moment of silence and hesitance, you crouched down. Fingers tracing the ground without removing you gaze from his. He asked for your gentle stare to return, the way you look at him now with such emptiness- it truly hurt.

Its the old voice in his head that held him back.

Realizing what you had been attempting to do, it was his time to lunge forward. Pushing you away from the graphic pile of your now comrades bodies.

Xiao managed to gain a firm grip on your wrists in a single hand, while you were trapped beneath him. You squirm, thrash and scream in a desperate attempt to escape. Each shout felt like a knife had been plunged deep into his heart.

He hated to see you like this, the mask once keeping his face hidden found itself to dissolve in thin air, allowing you to see his saddened expression. Brows furrowed, tears streaming down his once expressionless face, his body began to quiver knowing what he had to do for this all to end.

"Will you be alright when I'm gone...?"

His unoccupied hand reached for his spear. Lifting it up above your form beneath him. He wanted this to be quick, a painless death... but that pain would only transfer back to him. Know that the hands you once adored, would be your own bitter end.

" How are your hands so soft, Xiao?? smooth~" You coed " I could touch them forever... " You brought his hand up to nuzzle your cheek into its warmth. Your smile always felt contagious, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as well.

Pitiful hiccups erupt from the boy, unsure how to handle the flood of emotions.

After a while, your struggle seemed to end. Not realizing what he had done. The ear piercing scream you let out, went unheard by the boy who was so focused on old memories, his head pounding. Opening his eyes, they widen in shock.

There you were, blood spilling from your chest as his eyes focus on the weapon now dug deep within your chest where your heart was.

The same weapon he used to slay evil, the weapon he used to protect you with a long time ago. Now, the weapon that he coated in your blood.

A sudden sense of distraught met the boy, crying out for you only to hear his own echoes. Still sat on top of you, he removes the weapon. Throwing it to the side as he clutches your body close to his own.

Blood and tears merge together.

Embracing you just how you promised, he wrapped one arm around your waist while the other allowed his hand to hold your head against his shoulder, nose nuzzled in the crook of his neck. Your blood painted his torso, staining his clothes.

You used to adore hearing his heartbeat on late nights like this... oh how he wished he could hear yours in this moment too.

[bokunosoul]

Class 1 - a reacting to reader that is like Violet evergarden

TW : Killing

When they first met you.They were shocked to see an foreigner from a country in America.Oh god how can i explain, your beauty is out of the world even though you have an stoic expression plastered on your face.

Mineta be like : oh fucc an angel 🤩😇✨.You are'nt.

One time deku accidentally bumps into you and he suddenly felt a metalic thing from your hands.He just assumed that it is related from you quirk and he apologizes to you said that it was fine.

That when you changed into your UA P.E uniform.

You indeed have robotic arms attatched from your shoulders.

Everyone was like is'nt that cheating?

Bakugou was even confused on how tf did you even passed the test and got a high score and also got into class 1 - a even though you are a person with disability.

Aizawa said that your disablity does'nt matter and it is also an exception and you passed with your skills even though you dont have arms and mostly relied on your prostetic ones.Honestly he's impressed on you

h̶e̶w̶o̶n̶t̶a̶d̶m̶i̶t̶i̶t̶h̶e̶s̶e̶e̶s̶p̶o̶t̶e̶n̶t̶i̶a̶l̶i̶n̶y̶o̶u̶.

The other students are impressed on how meanwhile you kept an stoic face. Your quirk is also cool and you can keep up with the harsh standards of UA.

Iida likes how responsible and always in the state of mind even when you are criticised or made fun of.

The girls asked about your backstory and everyone is all ears one hearing it e̶v̶e̶n̶m̶r̶.l̶o̶r̶d̶m̶u̶r̶d̶e̶r̶e̶x̶p̶l̶o̶s̶i̶o̶n̶

You said that you lost it while saving your commander who raised you in an battle a couple of years ago.

You admitted on killing a bunch of your enemies and helping out the military in a battle field you said that you train everyday to get better and to be a and deliver a bunch of weapons on the battlefield.

The government lets you off the hook because it's considered an self defense and you are also young.

You were basically an emotionally detached soldier that settles into postwar life.

Everyone has mixed emotions like sad, scared, fazed.Iida asks if you need a psychiatrist you said you already have one (lmao man is reliefed and so is the others and t̸h̸e̸f̸a̸c̸t̸t̸h̸a̸t̸y̸o̸u̸k̸i̸l̸l̸e̸d̸s̸o̸m̸e̸o̸n̸e̸ haunts them) .

They are also ready to throw hands when someone makes fun of you.

Mineta is 😃scared😃of😃you😃.Kirishima thinks your manly and gets tearful in your backstory💪.

You also said that you were highly experienced on using military weapons like bombs, guns, hand in hand combat and teamwork.

You also complimented Bakugo on how his quirk reminded you of the explosions in the battlefield (man is shookt and he is like : is that an insult? ) he ended up blasting a loud ass explosion you just standed there not scared and seemed to bd used to it.

you be like : 👁️👄👁️ yea im used to it.

H̶e̶t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶s̶y̶o̶u̶r̶s̶o̶m̶e̶e̶m̶m̶o̶t̶i̶o̶n̶l̶e̶s̶s̶w̶a̶r̶f̶r̶e̶a̶k̶.Y̶o̶u̶r̶s̶t̶r̶o̶n̶g̶t̶h̶o̶a̶n̶d̶r̶e̶s̶i̶s̶t̶a̶n̶t̶t̶o̶h̶i̶s̶q̶u̶i̶r̶k̶.

Deku inspires a whole ASS 3 page in his notebook about you and questions your experiences in the battlefield while fighting if you want to

You agreed and he just started interviewing you while scribbling on his notebook.You were also interested on how he documents every students or heroes analysis.You also help him on how to write more specific details to add to his hero journal.

Present mic is also ✨amazed✨ on how you can speak english fluently. Everyone in the class is kinda having a bit trouble in that subject so during break time you ended up teaching them on how to improve on that subject.

You also rivals iida's intelligence and basically beside him on the rank 2 h̶e̶f̶e̶e̶l̶s̶t̶h̶r̶e̶a̶t̶e̶n̶d̶.Nonetheless you two get along since you two are the most responsible students in the class.

One time you ended up getting paired with shoji and hagakure to apprehend Mr.snipe and to be able to pass to go through training camp.

DAMNNN girl your basically the only one who can be able to dodge Mr.snipes quirk.SHEESH he's having an hard time targeting you since your fast.You ended up knocking him out from behind and the team wins because of you.

He complimented you and you replied in the most calm voice "I like how your bullets tried to target me too bad i ended up dodging it." he be like : 😃🤠🗿🔫 what? (overall he's so impressed on how you had no problem dodging his bullets)

KSKSKKSJA one time monoma tried copying you quirk on the sports festival he ended up touching your robot arms not your actual skin 😂 lmao he ended up loosing to you.

The whole class 1 - a : 👁️👄👁️,😃,😂🤭,😶 tf did i just witnessed.

Bakugo said that it is the most hilariously stupidest thing that he's ever seen.

Mei hatsume from the support course department adores you.One time your arms got deattatched she ended up reparing it and upgrading it to be more easy for you to use for your everyday life.

You also like her active energy and most of all you like the way she never gives up even tho her inventions failed and she tried again and again until she improves.

The fun started when you move into the dorms.Mineta almost passes out when he sees you armless.You were like : eh whatever you will get used to it 🗿.And everyone was like that how you clean or adjust your arms 👁️👄👁️.

They asked if you needed help.You said no thank you💀 (that's a bit harsh lmao).

They were like watching you clean in and attatch it they were like : 😬,🧐,🤔😮 , they also asked if it its painful and heavy attatching it (you said no thanks to mei she ended up making you easier to move everyday)

You thanked them for being concerned and explains that it does not hurt and you just fell basically numb.

When they also got to know you better you were such an calm nice person and you only kept to yourself.One time they tried making you laugh you just kept an face like this : 🗿 s t o i c.

They also noticed that you love writing waxed letters in your typewritter. A

Everyone in the class be like why dont you just use a phone.You said you did'nt have one they were like : 👁️👄👁️ uhm.They respected your opinion tho.

You also said that you also prefer writing your letters like this because most of your comrades back when you were working in the battlefield they use it as a way communicate to their family living far away from them.

They were so touched 🥰🥺💞.

BONUS : It was valetines day and UA is throwing kinda like an Valetines festival.Aizawa said that we can do anything like throw a party, create love booth anything valentines related.

So basically iida is at the front and everyone was making suggestions on what to do while you help him write your classmates suggestions on the board.

You suddenly said that why dont we do something diffirent and not that much common.Iida allowed you to speak so you did

" I was thinking on opening an confession booth where you can express your feelings to the one you love it can be basically to anyone for example a student,your friend, a teacher or your either your parents and we will write a love letter to them and help them declare your love to each other.Probably we will need a bunch of papers, envelopes, a typewriter and a bunch of people who is skilled in writing also we need someone that is skilled in baking to make heart shaped cookies like sato ."

Everyone was : 👁️👄👁️

"I think that is too much i humbly apologi-----." before you can continue iida interrupts you and said that it is the most amazing yet unique plan to capture someones heart in valentines day.

Everone likes your idea and Momo ended up volunteering buying the items and ingredients that you mentioned and Sato volunteers to bake the cookies and Deku volunteers on making the letters with you.

Meanwhile the others helped on decorating the so called "Love Confession Booth" that is located in your classroom.

The day comes and the whole upperclassmens are stoked to see what their underclassmens valetines booth are like.

An certain student from the general studies requested an love letter to give to the one she likes . You interview her whilst typing on your typewriter and she just spatted on how she really likes him and adored him.You ended up finishing the letter she requested a few minutes ago and putted it into an pink envelope and a heart shaped red cookie that sato maked.

She thanks you and a few moments a later she broughts in a boy and said that the love letter that you made worked and they ended up together.

Now the booth was empty bakugou was like : "NOW WHAT YOUR IDEA IS SO STUPID AND CHEE------."

The ground started rambling and a crowd appears mostly a bunch of upperclasmens and underclassmens mostly of them are begging you to make them a letter and even paid you.You said it is free and there is no need to pay.

Requests started pouring in and many of your upperclassmens praised the class on making good bussiness even the upperclassmens in the bussiness course loves your strategy in thinking of such an amazing idea that is eye capturing yet diffirent.

The class is overwhelmed but all of them and you managed to survive after a long day.

Thanks to you there are many upperclassmens dating now (lmao the teachers are like : is that even possible HSHHSHSHS) the seniors also gave you the nickname :cupid💘 (JSHS lmao)

Meanwhile the whole day your face is just like this : 🗿🗿🗿ok while writing cheesy love letters.

After a long day you opened your shoe locker and ended up getting a bunch of thank you letters, flowers, stuffed toys and a ton of chocolates.

You don't like sweets that much so you ended up giving some of them to your classmates as your valentines gif

Everyone was like blushing (●’◡’●)ﾉ when you handed them a thank you letter with a bunch of heart shaped chocolates.You even gave Mineta one.Lmao he ended up crying due to joy(e̶v̶e̶n̶t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶y̶o̶u̶r̶s̶h̶i̶t̶t̶y̶y̶o̶u̶a̶d̶d̶s̶p̶i̶c̶e̶t̶o̶t̶h̶e̶a̶n̶i̶m̶e̶a̶s̶w̶e̶l̶l̶a̶s̶t̶h̶e̶m̶a̶n̶g̶a̶

Note : the gif not mine a̸n̸d̸s̸o̸a̸r̸e̸y̸o̸u̸

ORIGINALLY by : bokunosoul

[professorspork]

superhell fic prompt: RB+J reunite with Yang

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4]

Let no one ever doubt that Yang can be a champion whiner when she wants to be.

She was on her best behavior before, listening intently as Weiss caught her up on just how badly the fight with Cinder went, and brainstorming up next steps (get to the Tree; send up a flare with Ember Celica because if there were Grimm they needed to worry about, they would have run into some by now; wait). Only there wasn’t much to talk about after that that wasn’t wildly depressing, and they’d fallen into an uneasy silence-- Yang watching Weiss hunch tighter and tighter in on herself with every step.

So she’d filled the quiet: complaining about how they’d be there by now if only she still had Bumblebee; bitching about how unfair it is that they can’t seem to get their Semblances to work; grumbling over how she has no idea how long they’ve been walking because the light never seems to change here. And Weiss snaps back, of course, but Yang can tell the annoyance is feigned-- the more irritated Weiss’s answers are, the more relaxed her body language becomes. Normalcy’s thin on the ground, here; Yang will provide it anywhere she can.

Except-- 

-- except also something on the ground here, it seems-- 

-- is Gambol Shroud.

“Oh,” Yang breathes, in a tone of voice she’s not entirely sure she’s ever produced before. Weiss runs ahead and drops to her knees, but hesitates when she goes to scoop up the weapon-- her hand hovering over it, shaking.

“I-- sorry. It’s not my-- you should--”

“You should give it back to her,” Yang says, keeping her distance and a soft smile on her face.

Weiss looks up at her with wide eyes. “But you--” 

“--didn’t have to see her fall. You did. And you-- you did really good, Weiss. You should give it back to her.” It seems a small concession to make, in the grand scheme of things. She’s going to have plenty of Blake, and soon. She knows it-- she’s sure of that down to her bones, now. So what is there to be possessive of? She waits until Weiss nods, and slips the katana through one of her scabbard loops. It’s not exactly meant to be carried that way, but whatever. It looks pretty badass. “C’mon,” she says, helping Weiss to her feet. “We’re close. I can feel it.”

Weiss roasts her mercilessly when it’s a good age and a half of walking before they even hit the tree’s roots (“Oh, are we close, Yang? Can you feel it?”), but they don’t come across any other surprises. When the roots start to twist and rise above them, Yang clambers up to a decent plateau and sets off two charges-- shooting them high into the air and watching them explode like fireworks. Yang smirks, tucking her arms behind her head as she prepares to settle in and wait--

-- and promptly slips and falls out of the tree when a trio of familiar voices happily cry “Yang?!” only seconds after the flare’s report.

(It’s not her fault, okay? She wasn’t expecting them to be this close, or together; wasn’t expecting Jaune to be down here at all; it’s whatever--)

By the time she’s picked herself up and dusted herself off, Ruby, Jaune and Blake have come into view, just across the clearing. 

“Ruby!” Weiss cries, sprinting towards them, and that’s-- she’s Yang’s sister, she should get dibs on first hug, what gives, only then Weiss actually throws a thumbs up behind her as she runs and that’s just-- that’s just rude, honestly, as if--

“Yang,” Blake says, close enough to touch, and when did that happen?

“Blake, I--”

She has no idea how that sentence was supposed to end. Luckily, Blake relieves her of the burden, busying her mouth and bringing her thoughts to a grinding halt by pulling her into a swift, determined kiss. Yang’s struck so dumb by the shock of it that for a moment she forgets to kiss back-- hands hanging limply at her sides as she tries to process the intent pressure of Blake’s lips against hers; the swell of body heat where they’re pressed together, chest to chest; the tender way Blake cradles her jaw, all fingertips, the way you touch something precious and fragile. Every muscle in Yang’s body relaxes in an instant-- at last, finally, thank you-- and a needy, wanting noise tears itself from her throat, entirely without her volition.

It’s possible she goes a bit overboard when she finally gets control of her limbs again, wrapping her arms around Blake’s sides and dipping her into the kind of kiss she’s only seen on the covers of Blake’s novels, but it’s hard to care about how it looks-- not when Blake’s laughing into her mouth, and Ruby’s wolf-whistling (Yang releases her hold on Blake for that, briefly, only because she has to prioritize flipping Ruby the bird) and has she mentioned that she’s kissing Blake Belladonna? 

She’s kissing Blake Belladonna.

She might never stop kissing Blake Belladonna.

Or, okay, maybe she will; her back kind of hurts holding this weird position so long. But when she pulls Blake back to standing, she suddenly registers wetness on her own cheeks, and she wouldn’t be surprised she’s crying only she’s-- she’s really pretty sure she’s not, so that means--

“Don’t cry,” she whispers, reaching up to brush the tears from Blake’s lashes. “If you cry I’m gonna cry, and--”

“I love you,” Blake breathes, and the words lay Yang out faster than any punch, knocking the wind right out of her lungs. The look on Blake’s face is beatific-- elated and adoring and thrilled. Like she’s proud of herself for being brave enough to say it; like she wasn’t sure she was going to know how. Only then the tears well up again; her voice hitches as she stutters: “I promised; I couldn’t get to you in time, you can’t-- I’ll follow you anywhere, I promised, I swear it, but you have to let me, I thought I lost you--”

This time it’s Yang’s turn to quiet Blake with a kiss, and she lets herself savor it. She clocks every sensation, every touch, every sigh, every brush of their lips. This isn’t about utility, or merely silencing Blake’s fears. It’s reassurance, and devotion, and a promise all its own: we’re okay. We can have this, now.

When she pulls back, she takes a deep breath, determined to find words that will mean as much as Blake’s just did, to make it clear just how much she feels--

-- only it’s a little hard to concentrate over how loudly Weiss is crying, a few yards away where Ruby and Jaune have her sandwiched between them.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to-- I just-- you did promise, all of you, you said you’d never leave my side and I was-- I was alone, I was the only one left, and I--”

Yang takes Blake’s hand, gratified when she gets an understanding squeeze and a nod in return-- to be continued. Whatever confessions of love Yang’s got scratching at the walls of her insides, they can wait a little longer; right now, they need to be with their team.

Together, they join the group huddle, saying nothing as collectively they abandon any attempts at soothing words and instead finally let themselves fall apart. Ruby all but crawls into Yang’s lap, and a thread of tension deep within Yang finally, finally relaxes, knowing that her sister is safe. Jaune cries loudest and hardest of all, and Yang buries a hand in his hair, wishing she could make it better. She knows what it feels like, to stab down and feel the life leave someone’s body, but that was-- she’d hated Adam. To have to do it to an ally, a friend, to have that responsibility on you, for someone you love--

--kill me, and I can make sure the power goes to you--

-- she shakes off the stubborn image of Raven’s scarlet eyes filling her vision and focuses on the people in her arms.

“Not to be super morbid, but maybe...” She pauses and chews on her words, wanting to make sure she says what she means to. “We might be a little past promises, now. All of us. I don’t know where we go from here, and the choices are only going to get harder. But-- we’ve always found our way back to each other before. Even here, and-- and I don’t even really know where here is. So maybe we can just... trust that. See where it takes us.”

She doesn’t realize she’s closed her eyes in a wince, unsure of how she’ll be received, until she cautiously squints them open again and sees half her universe staring back at her with nothing but love.

“I think that sounds good,” Blake says, 

but her eyes say so much more. 

[fulltimemoaner]

Zhongli is prosecuted for giving his Gnosis to the Tsaritsa, leaving him and Childe no choice than to flee to Snezhnaya.

Basically, some thieves cut Zhongli’s hair and Childe slaughters them because he really liked his hair.

Childe’s warm hand had felt comforting on his waist, even if he was hidden in a cloak under the warm sun of Liyue, being sneaked out of his homeland like the fugitive that he had become, like the land below him had forgotten the gentle rumbling of his energy and the security of his spears. He had fought back the urge to cry, thousands of years of protecting his safe harbour pointing their treacherous fingers at him. Yet, unlike Azhdaha, there was no bitterness, no disgust towards his beloved humans that had so willingly shunned him after news of his contract with the Tsaritsa had surfaced. In fact, the adoring citizens of Liyue had issued a warrant for him, for the Archon’s head that had wished to sign with the Fatui and sell out their safety.

Zhongli did not wish for the dominion of his beliefs, nor for acceptance, because mortal life was too brief and brittle to understand the gamble of him keeping his Gnosis when he could feel the claws of erosion leeching into his sanity. To their eyes, he had been their loving and protective God, who couldn’t be wrong, who would continue to reign for the millennia to come. The rusty floorboards had creaked underneath his feet, and he had caught the last traces of his homeland’s sun before he had been ushered to the basement of the ship for the first few hours, until they had been a safe distance from Liyue.

The adepti had weeped for this outcome, yet he had begged them not to rain down their vengeance on the mortals, to be gentle and understanding. He had entrusted them with the continuous protection of their harbour.

And the next air he breathed was that of Snezhnaya, the first light he saw was cold and fragile. He had emerged from his murky cabin in the early morning and had approached the railing that separated them from the freezing ocean. The rippling wind whipped back the hood of the heavy coat Ajax had provided him with, and now his hair waved in the wind, his eyes staring emptily into the distance as his skin itched from the cold. The Tsaritsa had accepted him as a fugitive asking for protection, and now, as his hands gripped the railing, he realised he hadn’t been that far away from home since the Archon War.

He looked up, feeling the soft tears that clung to his eyelashes freezing over, the sun obscured by a thick layer of clouds. How he missed the gentle breeze already.

The same went for Snezhnaya itself, it was cold enough to make his breath catch in his throat and his lungs ache. Ajax had taken his scarf off and wrapped it around his neck at the sound of his laboured breathing, then adjusted it to make sure it was covering his mouth and nose. Zhongli’s eyes had been curious as to why the ginger had been so gentle the past couple days, even the snark and edge having left his voice. Perhaps he felt for him. At least the gaze of the locals was gentle and welcoming, for the most part, offering him local delicacies and flowers before he and Childe could even reach his home. The Harbinger had been welcomed back like a hero, with huge bouquets and a massive meal prepared by his family.

Zhongli had been catatonic, at best, but at least, he had found some comfort in talking to the children, who were, as always, excited and easily impressed by his stories of dragons and extinct creatures.

He had stayed indoors for the first couple of days, too reluctant to go exploring on these foreign lands, but eventually, his confidence started building up again, so he picked up the small bag of money that Childe left for him every morning. -Zhongli had given his allowance of the two previous days to the little kids, since he hadn’t gone outside and concepts such as saving were nonexistent in his brain-

The attire, that he was getting used to. He wasn’t a huge fan of wearing boots, but he could say their smooth leather sealed him from the snow pretty well, and that the heavy coat felt strangely comforting around his shoulders. More than once, he had overheard people calling him the golden devil, which he considered to be quite endearing in its own, clueless way.

He stepped by a merchant’s booth with imported stones, including what they described as Liyuen Cor Lapis and Noctilucous Jades. He leaned in a bit closer for observation, and the merchant seemed to shift uncomfortably, which pretty much told Zhongli that these were, in fact, fake. He straightened up again, unable to resist teasing the merchant. “Are these imported straight from the chasm?”

The shopkeeper’s eyes seemed to go wide, and he quickly tried to dodge the question. Thankfully, for him, a whistle tore through their ears and made the young foreigner turn, his eyes narrowed.

“Lovely accessory you have there, good sir.” A young man smiled, accompanied by three others. “Looks like the real thing too.” The Snezhnayan man caressed the piece of jewellery that held Zhongli’s hair into a neat ponytail in a leery way. The ex archon didn’t move, only observed with caution, his piercing gaze saying more than words ever could. “Say, you aren’t, by any chance, the Tsaritsa’s guest from Liyue harbour?”

The other men chuckled and Zhongli glanced at the merchant, who started packing up his items hurriedly, seemingly intimidated by the gang. “Why, yes, I am.” He said neutrally, his voice a notch lower than friendly.

“Huh, you have nerve, saying that so openly.” The Snezhnayan’s fist twisted around the half-golden ponytail and pulled Zhongli’s head back. “You owe us, since we so willingly welcomed you here.” The stranger smirked, reaching behind his back for a folded knife. “I’m sure we could sell Morax’s hair for quite a fortune.” Another yank to the head and Zhongli blinked apathetically. “Aren’t you fighting back?”

“I have no interest in fighting mortals.” Zhongli shrugged. “My hair is my hair. Three years to grow them back is like the blink of an eye to me.”

The man’s eyes flickered with fury at the stranger, and he brought that dagger into his coal hair, severing the strands roughly. Zhongli’s eyes stayed unmoving, hostile, hateful, in a way. The lump of hair fell into the snow unceremoniously, and one of the others scurried to grab it.

“Yo,”

Zhongli’s eyes flickered from the thief to the source of the familiar voice. Relief washed over him at the sight of ginger hair and ocean blue eyes, that slender figure hugged in his winter attire that Zhongli rarely saw him in. A primal sense of grounding gripped him, almost like the essence of his home, which he had eternally bound to Childe’s smiling face. Unorthodox, he knew, but he was like an oasis of familiarity that the weather hadn’t manage to freeze over yet.

“Where is your Snezhnayan upbringing, picking on the Tsaritsa’s guests?” Ajax sighed, walking leisurely towards Zhongli. “I have eyes and ears where my hands can’t reach, and right now, mr. Zhongli is under my supervision.” His hand found its familiar spot on the God’s waist, his eyes scanning for any traces of harm’s way on him. His hand reached the back of his head before his eyes did, and they narrowed dangerously. “Ah, is that what you were going for? It’s a shame.” Zhongli felt uncertainty creep up his spine at the shift in the Harbinger’s tone, still wishing for no harm towards the mortals.

“Ajax,”

“It’s a shame,” Childe continued, cracking his neck to the left, then to the right with a relieved smile. “Because I happened to love his hair, and I don’t take kindly to things being taken away from me.”

“Ajax, let’s go home.” Zhongli grabbed his wrist, the whole group of thieves frozen in fear at the sight of the Fatui.

“No, no. We can’t do that. When someone kisses you, they expect a kiss back, no?” Ajax stepped forward and stretched his arm out, his hydro dagger appearing into his hand. “You might not want to shift the tides here, mr. Zhongli, but these rascals are my own.”

“Run!” The leader of the thieves screamed, but they didn’t stand a chance. Childe threw the dagger first, hitting the middle one between his shoulder blades. Blood gushed out in waves and Ajax laughed joyfully, running to the gurgling body to pull his weapon out, then join it into a larger pole-arm. A jump and a couple of spins and heads went flying, legs were severed, and the snow was painted an abysmal red. Childe leaned his head back, feeling the wind swipe his hair back and freeze his smile in place. The weapons vaporised in his hands, and he slowly lowered his gaze to Zhongli, stood meekly by the scene of the slaughter. Childe wrestled the hair out of the dead man’s grip, for the sake of retreating the luxurious clip that his lover favoured since he first met him. “Measly thieves. Someone has to be the sacrificial lamb, the subject to teach the others a lesson,”

Zhongli’s eyes eased shut when Ajax closed in on his space, leaning close to his face and pushing the small accessory into his gloved hand. “I love you.” Ajax whispered, pressing a gentle kiss into the corner of Zhongli’s brow. “And I intend to keep you safe here.”

“They wouldn’t kill me, Ajax.” Zhongli sighed deeply, leaning into Childe’s neck. “They wouldn’t be able to.”

“No one will dare to try anymore.” The Harbinger’s hand nestled to the small of the ex archon’s back, pulling him close to his body. He started to caress the back of his head with his free hand, trying to feel the roughly cut strands through the fabric of his gloves. “I’m sorry they touched you.”

“You’re more sad about that than I am.” Zhongli smiled gently and pulled the Harbinger’s head down to press their foreheads together. “It will grow back in no time.”

“I’m a mortal like they are.” Ajax whispered sadly, his eyes easing shut. Zhongli pressed a fleeting kiss to his lips in response, trying to ease the pain in his lover’s voice.

“And I’m eroding, so let’s try to outlive each other.” Zhongli chuckled, making Childe squeeze him close, a neediness evident in his touch. “I want to live like mortals do, with you, Ajax. That’s why I’m here.”

“Please, don’t say such things to me.” The Harbinger breathed deeply, trying to choke down a few stray tears. “I promise I will make your stay worthwhile.”

“I know.” Zhongli kissed his jaw quickly. “You can start by taking me somewhere, I’m freezing.”

“Right.” Childe laughed, reaching out to grasp the ex archon’s hand and pull him away from the bloodied grounds. “I’m taking you for lunch. I will tell some underlings to clean up the mess.”

“You could had been more clean about it.”