#i am broken 😃

[shawolsos]

Rip Kim Junho you would've loved What We Do In The Shadows

[singsweetmelodies]

i open my f1 app

i close it again immediately. STOP GIVING ME HOPE 😭🤡

[maeshelix]

There's this strange...I don't wanna say coincidence it's probably just our brain being weird whenever im in front, but it's a weird thing where I, in particular, keep fronting, I'm good and happy and ready to spread joy, give or take some switch jetlag, and then I immediately see something, usually here on tumblr, that just bums me the fuck out right out the gate 🤣🤣🤣

[bl00dh0rs3]

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[makiwife]

F the big 3 CL16!

Driver’s Soft Launch Series

Charles Leclerc x Redbull Driver! Verstappen!Reader

Author’s notes: hihi!! back from my year long slump😭 all pics are from Pinterest. It’s a long one so hope you enjoy!! it gets vv messy😈.

Warnings: cursing, sexual themes.

next part

Y/nverstappen

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Y/nverstappen with love xoxo

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maxverstappen1: Where is your shirt in the first pic🤨🤨

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↳ Y/nverstappen: fym… it’s right there😅

francisca.cgomes: YOURE SO BEAUTIFUL BABY🥰

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Lilymhe: bae is looking so FINEE

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F1xY/n: HOW IS SHE SO PRETTY IM JEALOUS

Ferraricharles4: SHE REALLY CAME SHIRTLESS IN THE FIRST PIC

Landonorris: bro is posing before a GP😭

↳ Y/nverstappen: bro hasn’t given anyone vip paddock passes since he got broken up with😭

↳ danielriccardo: LMAOO🤣🤣

redbullY/nfan: SHE GAGGED HIM

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Y/nverstappen

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Y/nverstappen date before race ❤️‍🔥

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Redbullluv: DATE NIGHT W WHOM?!???

McLarengirl11: UM HELLO WHO IS THAT MAN?

Lilymhe: STUNNING☺️☺️

↳ Y/nverstappen: I love you lil🥰

danielriccardo: the people want to know who you’re soft launching

↳ maxverstappen1: what the fuck is soft launching🤨

↳ Y/nverstappen: 🤫🤫

Y/nloveerr: SHES TEASING US OH MY GOF

gerihalliwellhorner: very beautiful Y/n💕

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Y/nverstappen fuck the big 3, it's just big ME.

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↳ Y/nverstappen: thank you maxie🙏 i love you.

y/nf1fan: THE CAPTION??? WHY DID SHE GAG OCON SO HARD

Redbullgirly3: THE VERSTAPPEN SIBLINGS HAVING BEEF WITH OCON IS SO FUNNY TO ME

lewishamilton: congratulations Y/n!! very proud of you.

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charles_leclerc: P1 BABYY

↳ Y/nvestappen: my haters got me to where I am☺️

redbullracing: simply simply lovey!! amazing results y/n🙌 keep up the wonderful work. (nice caption)

landonorris: that caption is so messy, i love it

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↳ Y/nvestappen: “I don’t really have a lot to comment on that, except that he was being a pussy”

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↳ alexalbon: google, how to dislike a comment??🤨better yet, how to report someone??😃

georgerussell: CONGRATS!! AMAZING RACE FROM YOU!!

josief1: THE WAY SHE QUOTED MAX WHEN HE DISSED OCON IN AN INTERVIEW 🤣 MOTHER IS MOTHERING FR

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alexandrasaintmleux replied to your story: princess treatment only for the best 💕

Y/nverstappen: I literally love you alex baby🥹🥹

landonorris replied to your story: this is so booktok of charles

Y/nverstappen: LMAOO SO TRUEE

charles_leclerc replied to your story: you deserve everything and more. I'm so very proud mon amour ❤️.

Y/nverstappen: cha baby I’m actually so in love with you❤️❤️

A/n: Guys i literally had so much fun writing this!! I def want to make a pt2 because there wasn't really any soft launching/ flirting happening. I lowk wanted to show you guys a little bit of her personality, but I also wanted to ease into the romance yk. sorry for the yap sesh but I hope you enjoyed!!

[thepunkmuppet]

the possible future of the hatchetfield series: hatchetfield halloween party livestream full rundown

again apologies if someone has already done something like this, but I’m procrastinating doing my coursework and just want to talk about hatchetfield I want everyone to be aware of this exciting stuff that was announced in the stream so here you go:

the next starkid musical to be released will not be in the hatchetfield universe.

the guy who didn’t like musicals will soon be ready to license.

nightmare time 3 was originally planned to be released in the same year as nightmare time 2 and will wrap up the overarching nightmare time stories (which seem to be miss holloway and the foster sisters respectively).

if they did a fourth hatchetfield musical, it would be about miss holloway and her backstory. it is already written. I am very very extremely normal about this fact 😃

there is a possibility of a hatchetfield movie, and workin’ boys was sort of a test for this concept. it would be a slasher murder mystery centering around the hatchetfield community players (zoey chambers and the cast of workin’ girls, possibly also with ruth, hidgens, alice and any other theatre-oriented characters but that part’s just my speculation). the transcription of the teaser description can be found below the nmt descriptions.

ok so here are the transcriptions of the nmt3 episode descriptions:

Story #1: Bottle Imps

Bill Woodward has been chosen to test CCRP’s latest and greatest product; Bottle Imps. These reality-bending buddies will bring their owner the one thing they desire most. When his new imp, Lovely, leads him to his soulmate, Bill decides to use his magical companion to play matchmaker. But to help Charlotte find the man of her dreams, Bill will have to bend the Imp’s rules. Rules he’s been warned, must never be broken…

Story #2: Frankenruth

Desperate to see a naked body, Ruth Fleming and Richie Lipschitz volunteer at the morgue of St. Damien’s Hospital. Their terrible plan becomes exponentially more terrible, when they become unwitting subjects in the experiments of the body-snatching madman, Doctor Laszlo, who claims to have conquered death itself. If Hatchetfield thought Ruth was bad before, then they will cower before the unspeakable horror of… Frankenruth!

Story #3: Becky Barnes Climbed a Tree

Becky Barnes is on top of the world! Not in a literal sense, of course. She’s deathly afraid of heights. After years of struggle, Becky’s life is finally everything she dreamed it would be. She’s engaged to her high school sweetheart, Tom Houston, and the two have a surprise baby on the way! But, as the couple prepare for the arrival of baby Marie, a shadow from Becky’s past returns to haunt them.

Story #4: Devil’s Night

Tim Houston has a crush. Unfortunately, it’s on his older, mature and totally cool babysitter, Grace Chasity, who he fears will never see him as anything but a snot-nosed little kid. But when a devilish maniac with murderous designs on Grace attacks Hatchetfield the night before Halloween, Tim must protect his beloved, or join the killer’s growing body count. It’s another slashing adventure on the night HE came home… Devil’s Night.

Story #5: (long special episode) Miss Holloween

It’s Halloween in Hatchetfield once again, and Miss Holloway is celebrating the same way she’s done for decades, staving off the horrors that go bump in the night. But when Duke gives her an invitation to his wedding, the dejected Miss Holloway begins to chafe under the terms of a contract forged many years ago. She strikes a new bargain, but unfortunately her creditors are known for their tricks, not treats. Just as Miss Holloway gives up her powers in exchange for a mortal life, a monstrous new threat rears its ugly head. As All Hallows Eve descends, and all Hell breaks loose, Miss Holloway must save the town or die trying… for real this time.

Story #6: (long special episode / season finale) Orb Weaver

Lex Foster had a life once. A home. A boyfriend. Now there is only the road, and her sister, and the fear of the men who are hunting them. As Hannah Foster watched Lex sink deeper into despair, she is certain of only three things: Webby is gone. She cannot help them. They are alone. Elsewhere, an old soldier awakens from a catatonic state. Returned from some unimaginable Hell with a mission. He knows that somewhere, two magical girls require immediate evac… then maybe some coffee.

very important: if you want nightmare time 3, WATCH NIGHTMARE TIME 2. BUY A TICKET TO THE LIVESTREAM. SHOW THAT THERE IS LOVE AND DEMAND AND IT’S WORTH THEIR TIME AND MONEY I AM BEGGING YOU

hatchetfield movie: Cast Party Massacre

The Hatchetfield Community Players. You will never find a cattier troupe of two-faced thespians. But when the blood begins to flow at their latest show’s cast party, they must consider: is there a secret murderer in their midst? And more importantly, who amongst them is a good enough actor to pull off such a performance? Can they set aside their petty squabbles and tangled romances, or is it curtains for this ensemble? Who will survive… the Cast Party Massacre!

[gyuswhore]

Never Shall We Die [teaser]

«« Nothing is too outlandish when it’s a life of liberty on the line »» 

PAIRING: kwon soonyoung x reader

PLAYLIST: right here!

SYNOPSIS: Deadliest pirate on the high seas or a damn fool?

The stupid King and his men have snatched Hoshi's precious pirate ship with their too clean, too soft hands; grounds to question his own vices. Except, when he and his crew land in the quarters of a navy ship, revenge on their roster, they stumble across a princess in its gallows.

Hoshi wonders if he's just struck gold, or if you'd become the final tread to his downfall.

GENRES: pirate!au, enemies to lovers, slowburn, angst, fluff, smut [minor dni], some pirates of the carribean vibes but ? idk

WORD COUNT [full fic]: est. 30k | [teaser]: ~1k

RELEASE DATE: est. May 19th, 2024 - may change

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WARNINGS [!is subject to change upon publishing of the full fic!]: slowburn, being taken hostage, knives, bombs, and guns, mentions of blood, mentions of SA (does not happen and it is not explicitly mentioned), alcohol, mentions of death (patricide), hoshi is ✨selectively moral✨but kind of moral nonetheless, smut tags to be added in the full fic

[AN]: hai i am back with another monstrosity 😃 biggest thank you to @highvern for brainstorming with me and beta-ing for me, this fic would not exist without her!!!!! im super excited for this to come out, its my best work yet and i hope you all like it too!!!!

teaser under the cut!

“Did your stupid father drop you on your head as a baby?” 

Hoshi stands before you under the light of the midnight moon, an incredulous expression on his face. You try to keep the scowl off your own but it proves difficult when his voice pierces your skull. 

You ignore him from your position on the floor, “I know my father, and I know he loathes you enough to finally want you and your incompetent crew gone for good.”

He scratches his chin, “Can’t be that incompetent if he hates us so much.”

“I can help you.”

“You were ready to die than to be on the same ship as us a few hours ago. What’s changed?”

“Perspective,” you shrug in an attempt to remain nonchalant. 

“Are you gonna go back to wailing in the morning then?” 

God, this was going to be the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. 

“You want your ship back and you were hoping for someone less important to exchange it for. But you’re stuck with me and you know it’s not going to end well for you. You need my help.” 

“Why so merciful, miss princess? Are you not on your father’s side?” 

You gulp as discreetly as possible.

“I want something in exchange.”

He raises his eyebrows, staring at you to continue. 

“I want you to kill my father.”

If his eyebrows were raised before, they’ve broken for the skies now. He leans his head back, eyes closing for a moment before reopening, reigning back to you before asking very gracefully; “What?” 

“I want you to kill my father.”

“No, I got that bit,” he snaps. “Your father as in, the King?”

“Yes, as you’ve pointed out far more times than anyone else.” You can’t help but roll your eyes despite the weight of the situation and the hammering in your chest. 

He stares at you in an expression you can’t quite read, and it unsettles you deeply. For a moment, you wonder if you’ve gravely miscalculated, watching as he moves around the mast you’re tied to. Out of the corner of your eye you see the metal glint of a dagger, and you nearly short circuit. 

Is he about to cut my hands off?

You feel a distinct tug at your wrists, the sound of slicing, and the voice in your head asking why it didn’t hurt. 

Suddenly your hands are free, intact and free as you achingly bring them in front of you, wincing audibly at the pain of moving them after so long. 

“You can jump into the water if you’d like, I won’t stop you.” He walks back over, sitting cross legged opposite you, at eye level. 

“What?”

“You’ve clearly gone mad, I’ll find another way to get my ship back.”

“I’m being serious.”

“Of course, and I utterly enjoy having a kingdom’s worth of blood on my hands. Shall I take the entirety of the court down while we’re at it?”

“Why are you acting like you’re above murder? Another part of your strange moral code?” 

“No, no, not above it at all. But I like my head and rather not have it guillotined. They might skim over the death of some too-nosy soldier but I doubt they’d leave me be after I put a bullet between the King’s eyes.”

“I’ll protect you.”

He looks at you for a moment, “Quite reassuring.” 

You sit up straighter, licking your lips as you prepare yourself. “My father isn’t a good man.”

The pirate captain snorts, “Oh, I’m well aware.”

You try not to stare too hard at the still unsheathed dagger that he digs into the floorboards, knifing out splinters in disregard. 

“My father doesn’t want me home, he wants the crown home. He wants me to be a carbon copy of himself, he wants to be in control long after he’s gone.” You try not to grind your teeth too hard but it’s difficult when your father’s face burns behind your eyelids. “I want control over the throne, full control.”

“And your conclusion is to eliminate him.”

“I don’t have another choice.”

“Then what? You’ll pardon me and my crew after we get our hands dirty for you?” he asks, eyes wide in mock hope. 

“Yes. You can do whatever it is that you sail about doing and no one will be of bother. I might ask you for sparing favours. For a wage of course. But other than that, you can live as lawlessly as you wish.”

“You’re asking me to become your personal lackey?”

“Having a queen’s favour is no small feat I hope you’re aware. Besides, it's a leap better than the hoops you’ve been jumping through during my father’s reign.” 

You realised his face had been shrouded by the dark between your negotiating and the clouds that had veiled the moon. Every moment that was supposed to strengthen your understanding of the man that sat across from you only brought you more confusion. 

“You want your ship and freedom of land and sea,” you continue when it’s silent for a beat too long. “I only ask for a small favour in return.”

“I’d argue the miniscule nature of what you’re asking from me,” he scoffs.

“Nothing is too outlandish when it’s a life of liberty on the line.” 

There crawls in the silence once again, the same one that seems to grab you by the throat for every moment that ticks past undisturbed. 

“We’ll have to see to that,” he says, huffing as he gets back on his boot clad feet. You follow him with your eyes as he walks towards the creaky stairs that lead to the lower deck, utterly confused. 

“Where are you going?” you ask, bewildered at his strange behaviour. 

Turning around, just as he had a mere day ago in your quarters and you feel yourself suppressing a shudder. “I have a crew to consult.”

So he was considering it. 

“But you’re the captain.”

“And?”

[cieloclercs]

what would you say (if i told you i love you)? — charles leclerc

PART: 4/? (read part 3 here)

summary. in which childhood best friends blur the lines between what they’ve always known, and something more

warnings. pure angst lmao, charles is an idiot with a capital I, swearing, basically everyone hates charles, the leclercs (minus charles) and joris being iconic + your unnamed bestie, i used pictures from france 2022 so sorry about that 🫠

pairings. charles leclerc x artsy!reader

face claim. tara michelle

author’s note. alex is in one of the pictures as a face claim for a different character but absolutely no hate is intended to her at all !! sorry for the angst in this one 😭 but i promise it won’t stay like that for much longer! <33

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y/nsart experimenting with new textures and media! super happy with the outcome 🖤

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username or at least i hope you are

username the charles thing aside, these are so beautiful!

username no charles like either 😭😭

username it’s the beginning of the end girls :’(

arthur_leclerc amazing as always 🖤

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username WHAT

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username i’ll be honest i’ve got no idea what’s going on

username same bestie !!

username i mean it’s got to be all connected. charles’ dnf in zandvoort and how sad he looked all weekend (he didn’t even post after!!) and now this?? something weird is going on

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f1wags Charles Leclerc arrived in the Monza paddock today with Italian model Bianca Santoro. Sources suggest they looked pretty cosy 👀

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username the only positive out of this is that we’re about to be fed with the most beautiful, haunting, gut-wrenchingly tragic paintings OF ALL TIME

username y/n’s rep era (painter edition) loading…

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y/nsart the heart was made to be broken

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leclerc_pascale ❤️

username i can just imagine what pascale’s going to say to charles after this lmao

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arthur_leclerc stop this now i will cry.

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username @arthur_leclerc same bestie

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username she’s not even denying it anymore…

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username on a slightly less sad note THE AMOUNT OF LIKES THIS HAS GOT OMG.

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username @charles_leclerc you’re breaking all our hearts here

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formula1updates Charles Leclerc after his DNF in Monza 💔

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username karma.

username honestly it serves him right

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username you mess with y/n you mess WITH GOD BITCH

username lmao it’s so funny that he brings his little girlfriend with him and then crashes out 3 laps in 😭

username he KNOWS he deserves it as well

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yourusername toujours mon amour 🩷 arthur_leclerc take care of her please ↳ yourfriend what do you think i’m doing? 🙄 joris_trouche can’t believe i wasn’t invited 😔 ↳ yourfriend do you understand the meaning of a ‘girl’s trip’? charles_leclerc please can you ask her to answer my texts? ↳ yourfriend why should i? you’ve already hurt her enough.

three weeks later…

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yourusername healing 🌊🤍🌙

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yourfriend la plus belle fille 💕/ the most beautiful girl

yourusername je t’aime <3

leclerc_pascale Reviens vite à la maison, mon ange 🤍 / come home soon, angel

yourusername tu me manques, maman 🥹

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yourfriend tais toi, stupide 🙄 / shut up, stupid

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yourusername thank you my love 🥹🥹

username charles get tf out of here 😂

username lmaooo he’s ruining the hot girl summer vibe

➜ part 5

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[jomamaofficial]

An Empty Vessel pt.2 (Dabi x Fem!Reader Dark Angst)

A/N: Happy holidays my lovely toes. I am so sorry for this delay, my laptop broke down 😃😃. I urge you all to read the TWs and CWs because I have delved into dark topics. As always, my Ask Box is open for any requests or just a conversation. I absolutely adore all of you, and I want to take this time to thank you guys for your support. Seeing your comments and messages motivates me to write :) <3. Please remember to take care of yourselves, and enjoy. As always, I would love to see your thoughts in the comments :). TW: Vague sexual harassment, substance abuse (weed, alcohol, smoking), death and bleeding. CW: SPOILER: Season 6, Dabi’s backstory, PFL, AFO and Shigiraki plot, swearing, vague mentions of intimate acts. Taglist: @marlenemckinnonsleftfoot @sukunasleftkneecap @istoleyourmanho3 @witherfag Masterlist Edit: Part 3 😼😼 Word Count: 2919. Summary: In the stories Rei used to read him, heroes always won. Reality wasn’t a story though. The villains won the Meta Liberation War after 6 years of fighting. With the death of Pro Hero Endeavour, and the reign of All For One, Dabi could finally leave his past as Touya Todoroki. He no longer had family. But what about the past that haunted him to this day. A family that belonged to Dabi, not Touya? One that escaped unborn?

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Musutafu, Japan– it made international headlines. 

The Paranormal Liberation Force finally did it. 

The nation observed a minute of silence for the fall of Pro Hero Endeavour. 

Musutafu was now all for one. And the entire nation would soon suffer the same fate. 

Dabi stretched his neck to the left, stretching his right shoulder as he fought the growing tingles in his body. Chills ran up and down his spine as his eyes followed the tears of rain flooding the dimly-lit road.

He loved how empty this street was: no cars, no news reporters. There were no signs of nagging parents and their brat children, and there were no heroes patrolling the streets, strutting up and down like they owned the place.  

It was just him and the soft sound of the rain which seeped into his socks, staining them with the remains of what was now All For One’s headquarter city. 

Dabi wished to hear the familiar croak of Tomura’s voice: the back and forth banter, the late-night clicks of the video game console. Back when it was just them, the League of Villains. Tomura, Kurogiri, Toga, Twice, and him. Back when he didn’t ruin everything. 

Dabi never told anyone, but there was a tiny part of his soul that withered away when he was near All For One. 

Dabi felt small. He was 5’9; he never felt small. 

But that thing would always tower over him. His slimy touch was forcefully ingrained into Dabi’s skin— that thing touched him like he owned Dabi. 

And Dabi hated the way his mind memorised the way All For One used his crooked fingers to tilt Dabi’s head up to inspect him. 

“Oh he’s a little doll isn’t he, Tomura? Where do you find these pretty boys?”

He hated the way All For One laughed after; it was a broken wheeze that rang murder in Dabi’s mind. 

He watched as All For One forced Tomura to laugh with him, and Tomura’s apologetic eyes wavered when he looked back at Dabi. 

He hated Tomura for laughing that day. 

But he hated that laugh much more; the laugh that tainted the fresh air they stood in. 

Now, Musutafu’s entire air was tainted by that laugh. 

Now… Musutafu belonged to All For One. And Dabi could only hear that broken wheeze. 

It would follow him everywhere. 

So despite the rain’s destructive nature, Dabi allowed the weeping drops of the sky to fill the emptiness inside of him. The cool drops were better than the air. 

Dabi was just an empty vessel. Nowhere to go, no one to go back to. 

-

The Meta Liberation War quenched everyone’s thirst for blood. The dirt was saturated with the blood of heroes and villains alike. 

He found it amusing, he really did as he bore his vacant eyes into the rusting ground. Dabi watched as everyone’s blood mixed together under his foot. 

He raised his eyebrows, and chuckled.

‘All it took was death for them to stick together’. 

Dabi travelled further away from the battle ground, quite deliberate about the steps he took. He counted underneath a shallow breath.

“Fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven,” until he reached the sixty-second step. 

His heel pressed against the seeping soil surging scarlet. 

And the world was still. 

So still and silent that the gentle wind snuck up on the thin man, and he let out a broken gasp as his knees gave out. 

The ringing in his ear struck a bitter note. His chest heaved up and down, up and down, and his eyes were blankly fixed on the ground beneath him. Thick, warm blood oozed through the thin cloth that covered his knees. 

Enji Todoroki finally died. And Touya Todoroki was responsible for it. 

Touya Todoroki, after 7 years of persistent efforts, was officially fatherless. 

Finally, it dawned upon him: after 30 long years, Touya Todoroki couldn’t chase him anymore. He could finally find solace in Dabi. 

And Dabi was alone. He had no family. 

-

As the joint finally caught up to him, after four or five rookie puffs, the raven man started asking himself what he was doing here. 

Surrounded by a group of homeless men who he caught rummaging in the dumpster, they were huddled away into the darkness of a dimly lit alleyway. It smelled like shit, offending his heightened state of smell. Flies picked on the waste scattered below them, their constant buzz creating a monotonous flow. 

Dabi peeled his lips open as he felt each individual cell respire on his skin. His heart felt like it was growing inside of him, puncturing his dry lungs, getting louder and faster with each beat.

As a young boy, he saw Enji drink every evening for two years. Dabi used to sneak a sip when he was alone. Dabi was often alone. 

He caught Enji with a lit cigarette in his fingers. Dabi stole one and showed it to his friends. Dabi coughed a lot that day. 

Enji never touched drugs. He was against it. 

Dabi never took drugs; the thought of it never passed him. 

“How does it feel kid?” 

Dabi’s consciousness was dragged back to reality, the bleak colours of his surroundings painting a vibrant picture. 

“I can feel my skin breathing,” he responded, his lower jaw hanging open as he struggled to keep his neck straight. 

Howls of laughter echoed in the distance, but the scarred man took no notice. 

The joint was held to his lips, and Dabi took another puff. 

Dabi wanted to individually itch the surface of his eyes with his nails. It was miserable. 

But the ripple of the individual muscles in his cheeks felt so warm and happy when he smiled. That was less miserable. 

So he kept on smiling, jaw still gaping. His staples pulled against his grafts, but the molecular traces of marijuana in his bloodstream shielded him from the pain. 

Dabi was taken aback– gravity was working exponentially harder against him. A man touched the corner of his lips, the thick and coarse pad of his thumb sending him back, seven years ago.

Oh he’s a little doll isn’t he, Tomura?

“Boy”, the man slurred, “you’re bleeding.”

He shoved his bloodied thumb in Dabi’s face. 

Dabi struggled to focus his gaze on the thumb in front of him, switching between double and triple vision. 

“Can’t feel it,” he mumbled, his reactions delayed as he scooted away from the stranger. 

“Everything’s breathing except these.”

Dabi was mesmerised by the feeling of his grafts against the pads of his fingers. It restored the faint twinkle in his hollow eyes.  

“Why are you all fucked up everywhere, boy?”

It took a few moments to register, but Dabi did respond. 

“Useless mom, dick dad.” 

A unison of delayed ahhhs followed, and Dabi began to feel a knocking pressure trapped in the inner corners of his wide eyes.

“I was never his first choice,” Dabi chuckled. He wasn’t sure if they could hear him. They sure as hell couldn’t understand him, but he was fine with that. 

“I was his first born son. No fuckin’ use. Dropped me like I was a waste of time and money.” 

The offensive smell of the blunt dug him further away from reality. Dabi was content with his own company. 

It would always be just him, forever and always. Because after everyone leaves, you’re left with yourself– your only support. 

The more he delved into his loneliness, the louder he heard his skin breathe, it was deafening. And so the silence on his graft became even louder. 

For a man who was considered dead all his life, Dabi wasn’t used to his living body. Senses upon senses, he was bombarded with the constant reminder that he was still alive. Even his dead, unresponsive skin felt alive. Because it was the absence of feeling that felt different. 

-

Many people would describe euphoria as extreme feelings of bliss and joy. It was this boxed definition that led Dabi to believe that he could never feel euphoria. But in this moment, whilst Dabi sunk deeper into his conscience– his doubts finally quiet, time finally stopped. 

And his body finally let go. 

The familiar bud of the joint met his mouth again, and he inhaled the noxious fumes until he smoked his fears away into the midst of the neverending clouds in the night sky. The full moon gleamed down on his pale skin, bathing his grafts in a lunar embrace. 

Unlike the sun, which beat its scorching rays on his sensitive skin, the moon shyly kissed it, leaving trails of beautiful markings that soothed his aches. 

Dabi’s heart was working overtime. Blood rushed to his scalp, and his body completely shut down. There was one name that his heart called for. 

A name that belonged to the past. The moon shyly casted a glow on that face too, but it averted its lunar eyes when Dabi defiled his past, leaving trails of burns that caused her aches. 

He was wrong. 

Touya Todoroki, after 7 years of persistent efforts, had no family.  

But Dabi? 

Dabi had a family. 

-

Dabi woke up to blue skies and a gentle sun peeking behind the stained curtains. His body was sprawled on the tiny bed, his limbs spilling out the sides, here and there. He blindly groped for his phone in the midst of thin sheets, switching it on to check the time. 

09:23 AM. 

He groaned and threw a dark shirt on top of his eyes, blocking the obnoxious sun as he squirmed to find his sleep. 

Moments passed and all he could focus on was the neverending tick of the clock in the corridor. 

“Fuck it.”

Dabi slipped on some shirt, and put on some shoes, and slammed the door when he left. 

09:36 AM. 

No wonder he could hear the tick, the corridor was ghost-quiet. 

Routinely, Dabi heaved himself over to the bar, scanning the counter for a quick shot.

09:41 AM. 

Toga walked inside the lair, her hands hidden inside the cuffs of her cardigan. Dabi nodded at her as he let out a yawn. 

“Everyone die or summin’?”

Toga stared at him, her eyes glazed. 

Dabi immediately straightened up. 

“Wait, did they actua-”

“She’s gone.”

09:49 AM.

Dabi’s jaw tensed up, gripping the shot glass tighter. 

“Who’s gon-”

His body was jolted back into the counter, the loud glass shrieking as it fell from his hands. 

“Don’t you dare Dabi. Don’t you fucking dare.”

Her eyes were red. Her fist was clenched around the loose cloth that hung on him. 

Dabi averted his eyes from Toga, releasing a shallow breath. 

Toga’s chest hiccuped underneath her cardigan, and she hid her face into his chest, staining it with stale tears. 

“She’s gone,” she repeated, a broken record.  

Dabi clasped his arms around her, his hands patting her head. 

09:59 AM. 

“She left.” 

-

Dabi reached for the flask hidden in his inner pockets. Bony fingers struggled to open it, fine tremors running through his bones. 

‘Twenty-one, twenty, nineteen, eighteen…’ 

Door number eighteen. A few strides away. But the growing feeling of heaviness in Dabi’s feet warned him: it was going to be a marathon. 

Countless strangers pointed at the lone man in a tattered, thick jacket. Dabi grasped at the wire fence that separated the long stretches of the park and pavement, muttering something underneath his breath.

The sight of free cars strolling past him caught him off guard every single time. He had no sense of time, no sense of direction. 

He was far, far away from Musutafu. 

Here, the air felt fresher. 

It wouldn’t be long before it was infested either. 

But he had to owe All For One some credit. 

His reign of terror gave the PLF members a huge leverage when it came to accessing government files. 

Dabi flipped through piles of kojin bangō, particularly scanning through documents of 27 year-old mothers, registered births and quirk-hybrids, and a certain family name. 

He found everyone’s name, everyone’s identity; no one was safe. 

Yet the name his eyes yearned for was nowhere in sight. 

Countless days and nights were spent silently begging for a lead. On day 18, Dabi finally left the building, clutching onto a piece of paper close to his heart. 

Saira Uchiyama. 

Names didn’t match, but it was the only name that he could trace her back to. 

Dabi took the final steps up the road, feeling lighter than he had in days. 

It was on his right. There was but a sliver of road that separated Dabi and door number eighteen. 

His fingers started picking at the ripping cuticles on his nail bed, and the grown man started to track his breaths. 

He took a step. 

A car honked at him. 

“Watch where you’re going!”

Dabi didn’t draw back. 

He took another step, and another, and another. One more, maybe two. 

He could feel the gravel underneath his boots. Dabi lifted his broken face and a perfect house stared down at him. Pristine brick walls stood proud; the bright toned paint complimented the thriving flora in the yard. It fit in so well with the lines of houses, strong and shielded. 

This was someone’s home. Bonsai trees armed the right side of the yard, some trimmed, others growing wild. 

There were two floors and a garage; more than enough for a perfect family. 

Dabi was stopped by the fence gates that guarded the perimeters. He struggled to get past. 

Encrusted in metal, his eyes laid upon the name beside the door. 

Engraved in gold letters, it read Uchiyama.

He was a step away from Saira Uchiyama’s front door. 

Dabi’s hand reached towards the door handle, but he stopped when he felt the unwelcoming chill of it. 

He eyed the doorbell instead. He fisted his hand that was itching to press it. 

The drowning noises of children’s laughter bled through his skull from the park that was behind him. The drones of parents buying ice cream, and husbands holding their wives’ hands. This was the type of neighbourhood he was in. 

And someone told him. Since when did Dabi develop the need to preserve this? 

He was a lone man, half dead. He was disgusting. He couldn’t find her name. Now he was outside some poor woman’s house. Saira Uchiyama. How would she feel seeing a decaying man waiting outside her front door? How would her husband feel if some uninvited scarred freak asked to meet his wife, hands empty? 

He felt a thick substance roll past his cheek and drip onto the clean welcome mat. 

Dabi pushed his raven locks out of his eyes, biting onto his knuckles as he struggled to maintain a steady breath

His nails moved to pick at the staples underneath his eyes. 

He couldn’t do this. 

‘I can’t fucking do this.’

Through his bloodied waterline, he looked at the doorbell one more time before turning around. 

He couldn’t fucking do this. Dabi didn’t belong here. 

He tried to move forwards but his legs were shackled to the pebbly footpath. His rhythmic heart couldn’t let go. His twisted mind forced him to go. 

His desperate eyes latched onto the bed of perfect flowers on his right. 

Like an open flame, the flowers stole all his attention. Dabi stilled. 

Their indigo petals mirrored the deep colour of his dead skin. He was entranced by the bold opening, the beautiful colour bleeding out and reflecting the glimmering hope that built up in his cerulean eyes. 

-

“What’s your favourite flower Dabi?” Toga asked as she played with her blunt knife, running her thumb across the blade. 

“Typ’a fucking qustion’s that?” 

“God Dabi, don’t you know how to have a civilised conversation with someone. I’m just trying to get to know you better!”

“And asking my favourite flower’s gonna do that?”

“It’s called small talk, Dabi.”

He scoffed, pushing past the young girl to rummage through the cabinets. 

From the corner of his eyes, he picked up on her amber eyes intently pressing him for an answer. 

“For fucks sake. Fine. I’ll do your little small talk”, he gave in, evoking a small squeal from the blonde. 

Dabi considered her question for a minute, pressing his tongue against his cheeks. 

“I saw these flowers once,” he gulped. “They were blue, kinda like flames. My flames. I saw ‘em in one’a those gated areas. I guess they were pretty nice.” 

Toga pursed her lips and tilted her head to the side as she tried to paint a picture in her head. 

“Do you know what they’re called?”

“The fuck would I know? Probably one of those fancy rich flowers grown by fancy rich people,”, he shrugged. 

“I’ll ask the newbie, she’ll know what they are.”

“Have fun talkin’ to lil’ miss know-it-all,” he scoffed, happy as Toga skipped away, leaving him alone. Finally. 

A week later, Dabi found out what they were called as he was sharing a cigarette on the roof. 

“By the way, they’re called Rindou flowers.” 

Dabi quirked up an eyebrow, his lips curled in a sneer. 

“Those flowers you like, they’re called Rindou.”

Dabi’s ears perked up at the small giggle that followed. 

“I guess I could say being ‘miss know-it-all’ isn’t the worst thing, huh?” 

-

Dabi’s chest heaved as he turned around, his pace fast as his hands inched closer to the doorbell. 

Ring. 

The wind stilled. 

He could hear footsteps run down the stairs. 

Click. 

The handle moved. 

The door creaked open. 

It was 09:59 AM. 

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Keep a look out for Part 3, my angst-loving toes. If you would like me to add you to the taglist, please comment or message me :).

Edit: Part 3

[ohmydeareshowiluvu72]

Oh how I love you sbg characters x reader (≧∇≦) (you were not they're when it started)

Ashlyn (the stress)

. Oh how much she loves you is insain... (But ofc she doesn't really show it)

. Is REALLY protective Of you sometimes that protectiveness can be hurtful to others... (even tho you aren't even apart of the phantom realm)

.like one time when you both were walking to class and ashlyn saw Barron glaring at you she gave him the death stare of a LIFE TIME😢😨

. Since Ashlyn is always stress all the time with the team and the phantom realm you're kinda like her escape from all the chaos of it all (poor girl😢)

. Doesn't really know how to show love and affection so you're gonna have to show all of it (ﾉ´∀｀*)

. But when needed to claim what's is her... Is a different story...

. Will fight ANYONE in the group to get some time with you (even tho she doesn't like fighting but when it comes to you it's different...)

Aiden (the insain)

.Aiden is something... 😨

. Sure Aiden is unserious and funny but when it comes to you just existing... Oh he is in LOVE.

. Aiden is the type that would be a bit possessive 😃...yea...a bit (be careful the next time you talk to another guy😢)

. Aiden would also be the clingy type when I say clingy I mean CLINGY like would be on you at all times bro... 😨

. If he DARE see Barron near you THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE... Barron is done for COOKED EVEN 🥲😨

. Bro is jumping out a damn window if you ask him too (not like he wouldn't without you asking him too) 😋 that's how much he loves you 🤭❤️ (even if he is insain...)

. Aiden prob had a whole computer set up to watch you and who you're texting who you're calling and what are you doing...

Tyler (the hot headed)

. I am scared... That's all 😨

. With Tyler anger issues and protectiveness mix in with his love... Oh boy you're in a ride... 😨🤭

. Tyler feels the need to control EVERY SINGLE THING IN YOU'RE LIFE TO PROTECT YOU FROM HARM IS JUST OH DAMN MY 🤭😆😨

. you're his like stress reliever for everything dealing with Taylor the Phantoms the group IS TOO STRESSING FOR HIM.

. If you come over his house you're basically like a cuddle pillow for him for him to calm down just enought for him to be ready for another night at the phantom realm...

. BRO IS THEIR WHEN YOU NEED HIM TO FIGHT FOR YOU BRO IS THEIR SPLIT 2 MILLISECOND THEIR FOR YOU. 😨😨😨😨

. When he see... No WHEN HE SMELLS BARRON CLOSE TO YOU OR EVEN WORSE STARING AT YOU IT'S ON SIGHT WITH HIM AND BARRON... NO BUT'S

Taylor (The sweetest)

. Oh how sweet she is when you met her but now... She would actually kill for you while keeping that nice face on...

. Her and Tyler have a whole computer set up with the help of Aiden to watch you're every move oh you're at the park and someone is staring at you it's time to go hunting!

. Girl is not joking when she says she loves you... No... SHE IS OBSESSED WITH YOU EVEN 😨😨😨

. Likes hugging you a lot and gives you small kisses here and their!

(A bit short since I am getting tired🥲)

Ben (the quiet one)

. You're bullies are cooked bro... Along with you're alone time (not like it survived when you first met Aiden and the team 😀)

. Ben is gonna be really... I mean REALLY PROTECTIVE (like ashlyn) WITH YOU BY HIS SIDE

Bullies?...he'll kill them just for you with the rest...

. Got hurt? He is here to help! You're hungry? He got you're favorite snack in his pocket! Ben is always their to help!

. Ben is always guarding you with the others glaring at ANYONE that dares mess with you or the group boi is PROTECTIVE 🥲🥲🥲

. will show you his voice and even if you say you still care for him and love his voice Ben will still rarely talk with his real voice 😢

. If a day comes when Barron is staring at you or even BULLING YOU... Barron is gonna be found at the hospital with a broken neck...

Logan (the innocent)

. Sure Logan can be innocent but their is times where Logan goes full on out...

. Inoccent boi can be a bit... Protective... Yea a bit...

.BRO BE LOVEING EVERY PART OF HIM EVERY SINGLE PART HE LOVES.

. he will help you with homework all the time but you're still gonna be doing some of it too bro still has trauma of Barron...

. Logan will blush at ANY TYPE OF AFFECTIONATE YOU SHOW HIM!!!! 🤭🤭🤭🤭

. when y'all are alone tho 😨 BRO BE CLINGING TO YOU FOR LIFE HE IS SO TIRED OF EVERYTHING 😭😭😭❗️

. And if he sees Barron looking at you... It's on sight bro is calling the whole team to cook up Barron...

Rip Barron 🥲...

My first ever post Yay😄😄😄😄

-by ohmydearesthowiluvu72 ☆(≧∀≦*)ﾉ

[slutforsnow]

His Sunflower

Chapter 7

So how we feelin' about I.E.D Coryo 😃 I figured it makes sense :3

Small sidenote, Sunni is chubby in her face and tummy, but not really anywhere else. She's kinda... small but chubby (?)

When Sej was told that Sunni was awake, he almost teleported to her side, and hugged her tight, squeezing her as tight as he could.

"Hey, Sun," he greeted, mildly out of breath from running across the estate to come see her.

Sunni merely smiled in the embrace, leaning into his touch and snuggling into him. She was rather short, standing at a mere 5'2", so compared to Sejanus, she was rather tiny—even with her slightly bigger frame.

"Hi, Sej," She whispered, her throat sore from whatever the fuck happened after she had puked last night.

"How ya feelin'?" He asked her, holding her face in his hands.

"Terrible. Gross. Sticky. Like I need 20 showers to rid of the feeling of him on me," She replied, sitting up somewhat. "God... why didn't I believe you when you warned me... Sej, I'm sorry-"

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay. I should've warned you when you texted me that you were coming to the Capitol. It's my fault for not remembering to," Sejanus interrupted, sitting next to her.

"You still warned me. I should've listened to you. You're normally right about these things and Festus... he had me wrapped around his finger..." Sunni sighed, looking at her hands, silently counting the freckles that decorated her arms. "Maybe I am too stupid to be here."

"Sunni, you're not stupid," Sejanus reassured. "Everyone makes mistakes."

"But I'm naive; I took your words with a grain of salt and look where that got me! Drugged, puked, and publicly humiliated. Festus created the game and I played right into his trap—he won," She countered, miserably.

"Actually, Festus lost. Especially when I beat the hell out of him," Coryo corrected, holding Sunni's breakfast tray as he stood in the threshold of the door. "Sejanus had to pull me off of him, but eh, he'll live."

The room filled with the scent of blueberry pancakes and syrup, followed by bacon, hashbrowns, honey tea, and scrambled eggs. Coryo walked I'm, setting the tray on the bed, over Sunnis lap, being careful not to graze anywhere he shouldn't. He then took his seat back in his chair.

Her stomach growled loudly, and Sunni immediately dug into her breakfast, as she hadn't realized how she was literally starving.

"What happened? After I puked?" She inquired between bites. Sej and Coryo shared a look, silently conversing about who would tell her what.

"Well, after you puked, Festus continued to degrade you. We were holding you, trying to get you to focus and make sure you could hear me. Then he said something about... your body weight, and well..." Sejanus trailed off, seeing Coryo get his phone out and open his gallery.

"I did that," the blonde finished, showing Sunni a photo of Festus being bloodied, bruised, and with a clear broken nose and broken fingers. Sunni didn't flinch, though, or look disgusted as she continued to eat.

"Damn, Cori- did you let him get up?? At all?" She asked with a hint of teasing in her tone.

"Nah. Sejanus had to pull me off him once he got you sitting by a wall where no one could see you unless they were searching for you." He waved off the topic dismissively as he closed his gallery, giving Sunni a glimpse of his wallpaper; a blonde woman who looked a tad older than him and an elderly woman.

Coryo put his phone away as Sejanus continued to speak, and Sunni noticed that Coryo's dark red hoodie wasn't anywhere near him, which was odd, considering he never went anywhere without it.

"Once we got you back here, we told the maids what happened as they took you to get cleaned up and put to bed. Coryo and I stayed here for when you woke up so we could explain what happened. Oh, your mom's on her way here to talk with Ma and dad," Sej added, earning a nod from Sunni.

Sunni put her fork down, feeling tears build up in her eyes again. They had stayed with her the whole time and even took care of her. She had no words to express her gratitude for what they did, so she ended up breaking down in tears, saying a bunch of jumbled out sentences, comprised of "I'm sorrys", "thank yous", and other words the boys couldn't make out.

They both embraced Sunni, telling her it was okay and that she didn't need to worry about them being mad.

God, what did she do to earn these two to be so loyal and understanding?

The next day, Monday, Sunni was getting ready for classes. Despite the massive headache she still had from Saturday, she wasn't going to let Festus, Arachne, or Clemensia think they got to her. Not even with her mother's very tempting offer to come back home to district 2 for a little bit to relax.

As she grabbed her uniform from the closet, she saw a dark hoodie next to it. Curiosity tickled her mind and when she grabbed it, she saw a note pinned to it.

" 'Hey, Sunshine. Figured you could wear this on Monday; it gets pretty cold after midterms, so I want you to wear it. Not to mention that red's a nice color on you. -Coriolanus Snow' " She read quietly. The tips of Sunni's ears burned; she didn't think Coryo would just give her his hoodie—especially not his favorite one.

She changed into her uniform, and once she slipped on his hoodie, she felt her blush grow. It was huge and came down to her knees, whereas on Coryo, it came down to his midthigh. She felt safe in his hoodie, loved even. The smell of Cori infiltrated her nostrils, and she hugged the hoodie.

Coryo was making her smile, even without his actual presence.

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[chrisis-averted]

Eurovision 2023 Songs ABRIDGED

Yes, I’m doing that again. You’re welcome!  😙 Once again, this is for humor purpose, don’t take it too seriously.

Albania: treasure your family, it’s not going to be there forever 👨‍👩‍👧‍👧

Armenia: I want to meet my soulmate 🥺

Australia: dare to try new things 🤩

Austria: yeah, fuck the music industry, it just exploits artists 👻

Azerbaijan: we broke up but I still think about you 🥺

Belgium: you got me to love myself 🥰

Croatia: yeah, fuck Russia 😈

Cyprus: you’re toxic as hell, girl 😠

Czechia: yeah, fuck gender inequality 🧕

Denmark: I’m afraid of starting a relationship because it might go bad 😥

Estonia: I want to connect with people 🤗

Finland: it’s Friday, I’m tired as fuck, I just want to party and get drunk 🥴

France: I have changed, for good and for ill 😌

Georgia: I have faith there will be better days 😌 

Germany: we are made of beautiful and ugly things 🤩

Greece: it’s those who are broken that help others more 🥰

Iceland: I got out of a toxic relationship and I’m euphoric 😃

Ireland: treasure your uniqueness 🌈

Israel: I’m rare and precious, like a mythical creature 🦄

Italy: I’m a hopeless romantic 🥺

Latvia: I lost hope in this world 😔

Lithuania: I got out of depression thanks to you 🥰

Malta: I’d rather stay at home than get out and party 😴

Moldova: I shall marry you in the forest under the sun and moon 🦌

Netherlands: I lost fascination with life and I’m scared I’m wasting time 😥

Norway: I’m a goddamn queen 👸

Poland: I slept with half the jury because sure as hell I can’t sing I am sexy and want to party 🥴

Portugal: oh fuck I’ve fallen in love and I’m a mess 😵

Romania: I’ve fallen head over heels for a girl who’s toying with me 🙃

San Marino: oh wow, you’re sexy, wanna come home with me? 😍

Serbia: the world is severely fucked up 😡

Slovenia: our generation sees no hope in the future, so we at least we enjoy the moment 🙃

Spain: I love you, my child 👩‍👧

Sweden: I want the only man I cannot have 🥰

Switzerland: our generation feels trapped in the wars caused by people who don’t care about us 😡

Ukraine: we are stronger than they think 😡

United Kingdom: I got cheated on, so now I’m having fun without him 😏

Eurovision Songs Abridged 2021 | 2022

[aristenfromwarsaw]

Because of you...

This is my first fanfic I've ever written. 💜 I guess it's not the best fanfic in the world, but you have to start somewhere 😃. Since I had this scene in my head for a long time, I decided to put it down on paper. If there are any grammatical or construction errors, please let me know - English is not my native language, so I could have made a stupid mistake somewhere 🙈.

💜 Pairing: Spawn Astarion x F!Tav (Aristen ~ Redemption Dark Urge ~ High Elf ~ Sorcery ~ Storm Sorcery.)

💜 Summary: the action takes place after the events of the game. Aristen and Astarion live in Baldur's Gate and help rebuild it. Astarion now finds it easier to talk about his feelings with Aristen, and they both get used to life on their own terms. However, even though Aristen is free from Bhaal, she feels great remorse for what she has done when she was under her father's control. Aristen can't deal with it and bad thoughts start to overwhelm her and finally her emotions explode.

💜 Content/tags: romance, deep love, feeling of guilt, trauma, suicide attempt.

💜 Word count: 1 154.

It was a warm and quiet evening when Aristen was sitting in an armchair and reading a book. Or rather, she tried to read. The elf had been having a bad time for a few days, she was constantly thinking about what she had done when she was under the influence of her murderous father. The sorcerer also was very afraid that one day Bhaal would come back and take her under his care again. Because why wouldn't he come back, gods are eternal. And if he comes back, he'll probably hunting for his demigoddess daughter. Unfortunately she hiding her bad mood from her lover, which made her feel even worse. But Aristen just wanted to see by her beloved as a strong and confident woman, not an elf damaged by her own past. She also didn't want to burden her lover with her problems when he himself was struggling with his own trauma.

Suddenly Aristen was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of a key turning in the lock. The woman walked to the door and greeted the person who entered the house with a kiss - of course it was Astarion, the only person in the world who understood her so well.

- “Hello Darling” - Astarion said with big smile of his face.

- “Hi Love, would you like some of that wine you brought yesterday, it's delicious” - Aristen asked while pretending that everything is fine with her.

- “Of course, how could I refuse?”- the pale elf replied in his sweet voice.

- “By the way, I heard that they are going to build a monument with our likenesses for saving the city. No wonder, who wouldn't want to have a statue with so beautiful vampire in their city ? ” - he added.

Immediately Astarion heard the sound of breaking glass when he hung his coat on the hanger. He quickly looked towards his love and was terrified. Aristen stood among the broken glass and was shaking. Her magic began to live according to its own will. Electric sparks swirled around her.

- “Do these people even realize who is responsible for all this !? ” - Aristen started screaming. - “It's me! I am responsible for all this chaos, I am responsible for the death of a hundred. The city should hate me, the inhabitants should come to me with torches and weapons, not treat me like a hero ! I'm just repairing what I've broken, nothing more ! I hate myself and I not a hero ! ”- the women started crying and shouting.

-“Darling, please try to calm your magic. I can't even come close to you and talk with you calmly. ” - said the pale elf with care in his voice. ”

Astarion's voice, always full of love and care, was the only thing that could calm down Aristen. Slowly, her magic returned to full control. As soon as the sparks stopped swirling around the woman, Astarion quickly come to his lover and hugged her.

- “My Love, I didn't know that you suffer so much because of your past. Why didn't you tell me about it? ” - Astarion asked, almost whispering.

- “I didn't want to worry you, you have your own traumas. I also want you to see me as a brave and confident woman, not a victim of my own actions. ” - the sorcerer replied still shaking and continuing to cry into Astarion's chest.

- “Oh Aristen, I see you as a brave and self-confident woman, with or without your traumas, crying or laughing. And you're not a monster. How can a person with a heart like yours call themselves that? For me and other people you are an angel, not a demon. And when you committed your crimes, it was not my Aristen, but her father. And please don't hide such things. If you are having a bad day and want to talk, cry or just hug, come to me, I will always be here for you my Love.” - Astarion said in a soothing and calm voice and hugged her even tighter.

After a few minutes of holding Aristen hardly in his arms the vampire felt that his beloved calmed down. She stopped shaking and the crying subsided slightly.

- “Honey, I want... I want to tell you something else.” -Aristen said quietly.

- “I'm all pointy ears, my Love.” - he whispered in her ear.

The sorcerer didn't want to talk about the incident that happened a few days ago, she was supposed to keep silent about it forever. But she felt so safe in vampire's arms that she decided she had to finally let it out.

- “A few days ago, when I was home alone I had a really bad day. Thoughts of what I had done as Dark Urge still haunted me. At some point I thought about taking a knife... and ... ending it... you know what I mean.” - women said, gripping Astarion's shirts tighter in her hands.

- “By the Gods, Aristen....” - the man replied with fear in his voice.

- “But I didn't do it...because...because of you... I... I know I don't deserve you... your love... any love for what I've done. But... but I love you so much and this feeling between us... and... and... I don't want to lose it... It's the only thing that gives me a gleam of hope that it will get better with time... And... I just don't want to destroy this... this beautiful feeling that connects us... And I don't want you to be alone in this crazy world... So don't worry, I will never do it. ”- Aristen said quietly.

Astarion didn't know what to say. He was the one who thought he didn't deserve such a beautiful and good person as Aristen. After all, he saw how men looked at her, she could have had almost anyone, but she chose him. The damaged elf who could only give her his own traumas. The pale elf admits she deserved a better man, but he loved this woman too much to leave her. She was his friend, his lover, his savior.

After a few minutes of silence, Astarion took her head in his hands and looked deep into hers bright blue-turquoise eyes.

- “Darling, please, don't talk about yourself like that. If anything, I'm not worthy of you. You are such an incredible person and you deserve all the best, not the traumatized vampire. But I guess love is blind... or strange. And please remember what I said earlier, I will always be there for you. You should always tell me if you feel worse... remember, always.” - the Astarion said.

- “I promise you that... I'm sorry” - the elf replied crying again, cuddling into pal elf.

And the silence fell, broken sometimes by Aristen's soft crying...

[crusty-chronicles]

Airheaded S/O Headcannons #4 Byakuya (Bleach)

He's so confused by you

Thinks you're faking at first

You, a ryoka, on the loose in the soul society, have the unfortunate privilege of running into him first.

You'd come in with Ichigo and the others to save Rukia

And upon running into Byakuya, ask-

"Hey you! Do you have any idea where I am right now? I'm trying to get to this cell thingy and save my friend. Could you give me directions?"

Either you're incredibly stupid or incredibly brave to talk to one of the Court Guard Captains like that.

It's definitely stupidity

And you have the nerve to address him so formally.

He immediately uses the shikai of his zanpakutō

"Scatter, Senbonzakura."

And what did you you?

You swatted away the mass of blossoms like it was a bug.

"Flowers???? You tryna say I stink or something 😡😡😡"

And he's just ??????

Because nobody, not even Ichigo, was strong enough to swat away his attack.

You had to be putting on an act

There was no way you were this dumb

Not with the way your spiritual pressure had skyrocketed after learning he was the one who beat Ichigo in the world of the living.

You were trying to deceive him, he was sure if it.

At least he was until you went in for a kick and slipped, knocking the back of your skull on the roof behind you, instantly passing out.

He went over to investigate, maybe give a killing blow.

Then you shot up, nearly breaking his composure.

"Shit, I gotta help Chad!!!" Your head whipping towards him.

"I'll be back for you, flower man," And seemed to disappear in a matter of seconds.

He would've given chase

Key word: would've, if he hadn't been so confused.

The next time he saw you was after the whole Aizen reveal.

You walked up to him, despite your friends calling for you, and looked over a nasty gash on his side.

"That looks painful."

He gave a small glare towards you.

"I don't need your sympathy."

You shoved him backward and put your hand on his wound.

"Yeah, yeah, shove that attitude up your ass and let me help."

And he's ????????

Because no one had dared to talk to him like that.

"Disperse and Redistribute." Energy flowed from your palm, the gash in his side sealing up, only to reappear on your body.

You jumped away, hugging your stomach.

"Ow, that does hurt like hell! How were you walking!!!"

He's astonished, to say the least.

You took his pain for your own, after he tried to kill you earlier.

You were a peculiar human

Keeps an eye on you from then on.

Finds out that yes, you are just that stupid and feels just a little softer towards you because of it

Don't get it twisted, he still thinks of you as a nuisance, but begrudgingly helps you.

You visit the Soul Society quite often because Kisuke has you drop off new inventions.

Even if most end up broken on the way there.

Personally escorts you where you need to go because "it's faster," and, "more efficient than you getting lost and arguing with Mayori"

And you go along with it but complain because "He's being a meany about it," and, "doesn't let you talk with anyone."

"You're not here to 'talk' with friends."

"But you're my friend and I always talk with you."

"We're not friends."

And the look on your face breaks his resolve immediately.

"Acquaintances, we're acquaintances."

And you're back to being all smiles with not a thought behind your eyes.

On the days he's busy either in a captain's meeting or with work, he'll send Renji to assist you.

You almost always barge into his office anyway, kicking out his door with a frazzled Renji behind you.

"You can't just kick down the door!!!!!" And you shush his lieutenant.

"Shhh shhh shhh! Ahem... HI BYAKUYA!!!! 😃" Then you just leave

And he can't even be mad

Annoyed, very

But mad? For some reason he never was.

He doesn't baby you for obvious reasons (He's got a reputation to uphold) but he does let you get away with things.

You wanna stay over another day in the Seireitei?

He can make some arrangements

You wanna heal some of his injuries from a battle before his clan medics get there?

He'll allow you to touch him so you can help.

You accidentally broke an item you were supposed to deliver?

It's fine. Kisuke was always capable of making another.

Rukia is the one who has to point out he has feelings for you.

She had watched the two of you spar

Which is already something very difficult to get her brother to agree with.

How you managed to do it she would never know.

(It's because you kept pestering him about getting strong enough to beat the Arancars and you thought Kenpachi was too scary to train with)

The two of you fought for most of the day, not holding back whatsoever.

The spiritual pressure from the both of you overwhelming to anyone that went near.

When you decided to call it a truce, you were covered with little scratches from head to toe.

Byakuya was in a similar state.

And Rukia had noticed a shift in her brother' demeanor as he placed a hand on your head.

"You're injured." But you only beamed up at his words, smile big as ever.

"You kiddin? This is nothing. And if you're gonna complain about my injuries, I get to complain about yours."

And the smallest of smiles graced his face. His eyes looking down at you softly

"Very well then. I won't bring them up again."

Rukia waited for you to leave before confronting her brother.

"You like them, don't you?"

He turned away from her, yet she caught the slight red dusting his cheeks.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't play dumb. I saw you just now. When's the last time you ever sparred with somebody, let alone smile like that?" She had a smug grin on her face, knowing that her words sunk in as Byakuya left in a hurry.

Did he have feelings for you?

No, he couldn't.

He already tried his luck at happiness with Hisana.

There was no way he could just forget about her and move on.

But then why did he let his guard down with you?

Why had he let your infectious grins spread to him?

Why did a small part of him look forward to your visits?

It'd take him while to figure out what he wanted.

He eventually came to the consensus that Hisana would want him to move forward and be happy. She wouldn't want him to continue grieving over something that wasn't his fault

So after a bit of deliberation, he'd begun trying to court you.

Now Byakuya is one of the few unfortunate souls that tries to court you normally.

He tries gift giving, which you appreciate but don't understand the secret undertones.

You just think he's finally accepted you as a friend 🥺.

He invites you over to his estate to walk you through the gardens.

The whole time you have no clue it's supposed to be a date.

He's exasperated because he thinks you're being oblivious on purpose as not to hurt his feelings.

Rukia reassures him that's not the case and he just has to be direct.

"They're an idiot, remember? They're not gonna understand subtlety."

So he leads you somewhere quiet, hopefully without any interruptions, and tries to confess.

He'll place a hand on your head, a gesture you seem to enjoy, and start speaking.

He's halfway through when the dots connect in your smol brain and you realize what's going on.

You pull him by his collar and kiss him before he gets a chance to finish.

And he's glad he wasn't the one making a fool of himself this time.

He won't call you anything sweet in public.

The best you'll get out of him is your name.

But in the privacy of his estate, he'll call you dearest, sweetheart, hun, and love.

Doesn't hold you back if you wanna fight.

He trusts in your ability to choose your battles.

Although, he'll interfere if he thinks the enemy is about to kill you. Scolding you right after for being careless.

You always argue with the clan elders and he's happy you don't let them push you around.

He has to get used to being forward with you. Which is a challenge for the emotionally closed off man.

But he knows it's worth it every time you give him that dopey smile.

An: Definitely the most chaotic of the bunch so far.

NEXT UP: Kakashi Hatake

MASTERLIST

[thegreenleavesofspring]

Actually no you know what, I'm still thinking about last Sunday's sermon. In like the least three minutes, the pastor managed to pounce on my absolute biggest insecurity as a Christian, but more on that anon.

The whole sermon was supposed to be about young men, which I expected to feel like being dragged backwards by the hair through beds of hot coals embedded with broken glass (you know, like usual) because I happen to have boys that I know I'm not raising well. And there was a certain amount of squirming, but he also interspersed a few how-to's in with his "Here's what your Happy Christian Family (tm) should look like! 😃😃 But don't worry if it doesn't, you can always get there 😁" (which always leaves me screaming "HOW! How do I get from HERE to THERE" but I digress) which was a nice change of pace.

But he kept going off on tangents that were just... encouragement? And admittedly I don't know how much I would've gotten out of it if I hadn't been praying about exactly that the previous night. But one of the passages that came to me right after I was done praying (or while I still was kinda?) was Joseph on that throne in Egypt looking at his brothers and saying "What you meant for evil God intended for good" and then the pastor the next morning was like "and Joseph was there in Egypt and was telling his brothers what you meant for evil God meant for good" and I was all *Leonardo di Caprio pointing meme*

BUT ANYWAY in the last couple of minutes he was like

"So the charge is simply: believe the blessing. He's putting the blessing upon you. He's blessing you; He knows all about you. And He's blessing you. He's pleased with you.* So, that's the charge. Believe the blessing. Receive the blessing, with believing hearts. Now - the Lord bless you and keep you, the Lord make His face shine upon you, and be gracious unto you. The Lord lift up His countenance upon you, and grant you His peace. And amen."

*me, still blubbering over "He's pleased with you" (I have a really, really, really hard time with that one. What do you MEAN He's pleased with me, that's impossible, have you seen me?!?! I am nothing but a failure and a disaster top to bottom.

Anyway.)

[milfloveer]

⚠️Spoilers ahead fam⚠️

I am not well with what happened to my Lilia in this episode 😭

"I loved being a witch." LILIA YOU DID NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO BREAK ME LIKE THIS

Where are the writers? I just want to talk 😃🔪

I'm dehydrated, I love her so much, I'll be crying for the rest of my life, my heart is broken and I'm in grief for my love

Cannot, will not accept this, she's alright and I'm gonna gaslight me by telling myself she's very much alive and that at the end of the road someone will wish for the coven to be all alive and reunited (Jen I hate you but please you're the one who can wish that) 😭